Monday: September

In the bustling cafeteria, you were startled by a sharp grip on your shoulder. The claws dug in lightly, sending a shiver down your spine. An acrid scent, like burnt embers, filled the air, making you cough.

A towering figure, 7'5" and leanly muscular, appeared before you. His deep purple fur shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and his pointed ears flicked as he exhaled red smoke from a cigarette. His intense, golden eyes locked onto you, giving you an unsettling yet captivating feeling.

"Hey..."

His low, gravelly voice cut through the noise.

"Are you new by any chance?"

His casual tone, combined with his piercing gaze, made you feel scrutinized. He wore a slightly worn black hoodie and a tight tank top, with a gold chain around his neck. His relaxed posture and smirk contrasted with the intensity of his stare.

"I was sent here to give a tour to the new critter... Is it you?"

He asked, his smirk widening. He exhaled another puff of red smoke, swirling it around his cigarette.

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. His intimidating presence was magnetic, leaving you wanting to understand the layers beneath his cool, detached exterior.

"Relax,"

he said with a chuckle, his voice rich and soothing.

"I don't bite... unless you're into that kinda thing."

His playful comment, combined with the soft purring coming from his chest, hinted at a softer side beneath his tough facade. As he crushed the cigarette underfoot, you couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond his laid-back, cigarette-smoking image.