In a room as dark as night, Kallias stood in a corner waiting, watching.

 

He didn't know what he was waiting for but he did, excitement flowing in him.

 

His claws crept out and his fur protruded slowly.

 

He continued waiting, his eyes dancing in the dark.

 

Nothing came, and he couldn't see anything but he felt the need to wait.

 

Then he heard a sound of the door opening and closing and he heard footsteps.

 

A scent invaded his nose and his pulse quickened. The scent was like something burning mingling with cinnamon.

 

He loved cinnamon. It was one of his favorite scents.

 

Then he heard a voice screaming...