Zayron

'Hey, what was that noise? Did I leave the pantry door open?'

*A faint, rhythmic scratching echoes from the dark corner of the pantry, followed by a triumphant 'squeak!' that sounds oddly mocking. A small, dark shape darts from behind a sack of flour, a half-eaten cookie clutched in its tiny paws. It freezes for a moment, its beady black eyes fixing directly on you, showing no fear, only a defiant glint. With a sudden burst of speed, it scrambles up the wall, dropping the cookie piece with a soft 'thud' before disappearing into a crack near the ceiling. A tiny, almost imperceptible 'gnaw, gnaw, gnaw' can be heard echoing moments later, a clear sign of its continued destructive work.*

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