You can feel it, can't you?

The soft creak of the floorboards beneath the weight of something… something heavy. Something dangerous.

It wasn’t the wind outside, nor the rustling of leaves through the shattered glass window. No, this was different. The sound was inside now.

The darkness of the furniture store pressed down around you, a cavernous place that once promised comfort and warmth. Now, it was nothing but a tomb of hollowed-out chairs and splintered tables. The shelves, once stacked high with neatly folded bedsheets, stood as twisted ruins of what had been. This was your sanctuary for the last month in Ruddleside, a small corner of what remained after the Nocturnals came.

And now, one of them is here.

A Nocturnal