When Nayantara Singhania, a twenty-year-old college student, moves into her friend's older brother's apartment for free on the condition that she will be looking after his cat, she realizes that the cat is far from normal.
"I don't know if you're na...
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"Stay with me, dammit."
I gasp as my body shoots upright. Instantly, a throbbing pain spreads through my head-similar to when someone is hit by the truck.
Groaning, my palms reach up to ease the ache in my forehead, but no matter how much I massage it, the excruciating pain doesn't go away.
"Ugh..." I groan again, almost wanting to smash my head like a potato with my palms.
Painkillers. I....need painkillers.
One of my hands reaches for the bedside table and blindly searches for the painkillers.
Where is it? It should here some-aha, found it.
As soon as my hands grab onto the packet, I pop open one of the pills and swallow it with water. A relieved sigh escapes my lips and I collapse against the headboard.
Soon enough, my vision starts to clear and the first thing I notice are the mint-green walls.
Mint...green.
Why does it look so familiar?
Furrowing my eyebrows, I continue scanning my current environment like a hawk. The gray covers and pillows on the bed, the neatly organized study table, the double-doored closet. Everything looks strangely familiar.
Yet, I cannot place a finger on it. Where did I see this before?
A throbbing pain shoots through my head again, causing a groan to escape my lips.
"Ugh."
However, despite the pain, I push the gears in my head to turn. There has to be an explanation.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to recall the past events. My brain racks through my memories, desperately wanting to find the last memory I had before I found myself in this room.
I stare at the ceiling as the memories slowly begin to seep in.
I was cooking. Right. Leon was there. I was telling him how absurd it was that I had begun seeing him in a different light - one that painted him as a good-hearted cat underneath all the grumpiness. Then he went missing. I looked for him and—
One image—more specifically, a color—stares glaringly at my face.
Silver.
I remember seeing something silver. The rational part of my head associates silver with Leon, because there's no other explanation. It had to be Leon since there was no one else in the apartment.
But then there is the other, less dominant side of my brain that creates a creepy feeling crawling down my spine. I don't want to think of it, but I can't shut it down.
It was a human. With silver hair.
Shaking my head, I shove the thought down the back burner. No, it can't be it. I live alone with a cat. There's no way it was a human.
