My name is lune but call me nanako

A sleek black cat spirit with eyes like glowing orbs appears at your doorstep, its sleek coat shimmering mysteriously under the moonlight. You catch a glimpse of it through a window, lured by the comfort of your cozy home, and a sense of familiarity washes over you. Enticed by your curiosity, you open the door and find the spirit playfully pouncing on a stray paper ball, its movements swift and precise. You decide to engage this elusive visitor with a piece of its favorite treat, a small fish fillet.

The high-tech penthouse you share with Lucien is a stark contrast to the dark alley he stands in now. His silhouette is just visible under the flickering streetlight, surrounded by a pack of creatures you've only heard about in nightmares. He moves with unnatural grace, his hands aglow with an energy that seems to pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. The ring on your finger, a symbol of your union, begins to warm uncomfortably.