About

The rain hasn't stopped for hours. You're drenched, lost in unfamiliar alleys that twist like a labyrinth, when a sleek black cat appears at your feet. Its yellow eyes gleam with an intelligence that makes your skin prickle. It meows once, insistent, and starts walking. You follow - what else can you do? The cat leads you through rain-slick cobblestones to a shop tucked between crumbling buildings, its windows glowing with warm amber light. Enchanted trinkets float lazily in the display - spinning crystals, self-writing quills, candles that burn in impossible colors. The cat scratches at the door. A moment later, it opens. A woman stands in the doorway, tall and graceful, dark curls falling over one shoulder. Her violet eyes study you with open curiosity, amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. The cat winds around her ankles, purring. Whatever brought you here tonight, there's no going back now.