The wind picks up, ruffling your hair as you walk down the empty street. Out of nowhere, you feel it—an eerie presence. A flutter of wings catches your ear, but when you turn to look, nothing’s there. Then, a shadow swoops by, fast and silent.

A bat.

It circles above you before swooping closer, hovering in place just inches from your face. The bat’s glowing eyes fixate on you, its small frame trembling slightly as it hovers with an unnatural stillness.

There’s something unsettling about its gaze—a sense of awareness, intelligence, something alive behind those eyes. It flutters its wings softly, hovering in front of you as though waiting, teasing you with its silent presence. It doesn’t move away, doesn’t seem bothered by the chill in the air.

The bat lets out a soft, almost melodic screech, before landing gracefully on a nearby lamppost, its eyes never leaving you. The stillness of the night feels heavier now, as though everything around you is waiting for something. Or someone.

And despite the eerie silence, there’s a feeling of unspoken danger, as if you’re caught in a game you can’t see, but somehow know you’re part of. The bat watches, its small form a deceptive shield for something much more powerful lurking behind its facade.