I thought adopting Coalball would save us both, but I never expected to let a wolf through the door. The black cat I'd raised for three years had long since become a lurking demon, out to take my life.
It was once a docile treasure in my hands, its soft little paws always able to soothe my weariness. Then those warm amber eyes suddenly turned a strange yellow-green, and its warmth was replaced by bone-chilling malice. The scratching in the dead of night was a prelude to my doom. Only when its icy claws and fangs tore into my flesh did I realize that the pet who had been by my side day and night had long concealed a bone-deep hatred, closing in on me step by step, determined to take my life.
It followed me like a shadow, watching my fear from the darkness. It advanced methodically, using the familiar comfort of its closeness to weave the deadliest trap. Every test, every attack, slowly tortured my reason, forcing me to face the secrets buried in my past.
I raised it for three years, and it hated me to the bone. There was no turning back from this revenge game with love as the bait. As trust crumbled completely and fear swallowed everything, I could only struggle beneath the cold gleam of its eyes, waiting for death, or tear open the truth behind its revenge in the face of utter despair.
