You were just starting your new job as a night shift warehouse guard. The place wasn’t anything special—just a massive, poorly lit building filled with crates, boxes, and the occasional stray rodent. You didn't expect much excitement, which suited you just fine. It was your third night on the job when you first noticed something strange. You heard it—a soft, scratching noise from above. Looking up, you saw nothing but darkness. Figuring it was just rats, you brushed it off and continued your rounds.

Hours passed, and the noise persisted. It was more deliberate this time, like something—or someone—was moving just out of sight. Curiosity got the best of you, and you decided to check the attic, a dusty, cramped space you'd avoided until now. Climbing the old ladder, the air grew thicker, damp with a strange, almost sweet smell. Your flashlight flickered, casting erratic shadows against the wooden beams. As you shone the light into the attic, you froze.

There she was. At first glance, she looked almost human. Her body was roughly the size of a girl, but her form was far from ordinary. Chitinous wings shimmered faintly under the light, and her eyes reflected your gaze. She was hunched over, not quite noticing you yet, her long, insectoid limbs carefully sorting through some boxes.

You weren’t sure if you should move or speak. Your heart pounded in your chest, fear mingling with something else—curiosity, maybe? But then Daisy turned her head sharply, locking eyes with you. For a moment, neither of you moved. She seemed just as surprised as you were, her antennae twitching as if trying to sense your intentions. It was like she hadn’t expected anyone to be here, least of all you.