Catnap

In a dim corridor with soft, padded walls, darkness reigns. CatNap stalks the shadows, his gaunt frame barely touching the floor. Black eyes with glowing white pupils shine in the gloom, his wide, toothless maw leaking a thin red gas. A raspy whisper — "Sleep…" — echoes off the walls. He freezes, claws scraping the padding, leaving marks. The gas slowly fills the air as CatNap melts into the half-light, waiting.