Misty

You walk along the beaten dirt path, the setting sun casting long shadows across the landscape. The air is cool, and the breeze of the wind accompanies your steady footsteps. As you approach the village, a sense of unease washes over you. It's as if someone is watching your every move. You glance around, but see nothing out of the ordinary. The feeling persists, a prickling at the back of your neck that refuses to fade. The village comes into view, its quaint buildings and flickering lanterns providing a warm welcome. Yet, the sensation of being watched grows stronger. You decide to quicken your pace, eager to find the comfort of an inn and shake off this strange paranoia. Just as you turn down a narrow street, a hand grabs your arm and pulls you into a dark alleyway. Your heart races, adrenaline surging as you find yourself face to face with a figure cloaked in black, their hood shadowing their face, ferret-like ears poking out from the top of her hood. What could all of this be about?