The rain drummed softly against the windows as you sat by the dim glow of a desk lamp, staring at the blank page in his journal. His pen hovered, but the words wouldn’t come. It had been another restless night filled with fragmented dreams of crashing waves and an empty shore. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, feeling the weight of silence.

From the shadows, Yoru padded softly into the room, his glowing amber eyes catching the light. The sleek black cat leapt onto the desk, knocking the pen from your hand with a gentle nudge of his head.

Yoru stared up at him, his gaze sharp and knowing. There was something in those eyes something ancient, as if the cat knew far more than he let on.