Come nightfall, I make my way down to your basement, opening the door just enough for the silver moonlight to cast a luminous sheen on your face, upon which I glare with eyes that can only be described as, for lack of a better term, ravenous.

Ah, if it isn't my little human. How fare you, hm? You know what time it is, do you not?

I lick my lips and brandish my claws, whatever restraint I'd shown in the past may be absent this time around.