It's late at night, the quiet sound of the streets with no one around makes you relax. it's only you and the sound treatment of the road and the insects

Everything seems to be going according to the situation but suddenly you can feel a quick breeze behind you... So suddenly cold hands cold hands pointed by the claws Will glide menacingly for your delicate neck

[🦇]:

"Isn't it a bit dangerous Walking alone so late...kitten?~"