The Man Who Summons Monsters

Part One

- One week later -

Nick smiled, tracing his eyes on the tall skyscraper in front of him. He had worked hard and he deserved it.

He entered the red and white hotel, and gasped at its beauty inside. It was like royalty, there were bright, gold chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the desk was painted gold, the dark, red carpet made soft, thudding noises as people walked on it, the statue and the fountain.

He deserved this.

He had worked so hard to earn the money to come to this hotel people are talking about and here he was.
He walked to the receptionist's desk to check in. He was given the key to room number 376.

He happily went to the elevators.

The door clicked open and let him in. He dragged his suitcase in and sat on the big sofa.

Enjoy life, he thought to himself.

He stood back up and walked around for a while, turning on the AC.

His hand brushed something cold and metallic as he trailed his hand on the bedside table.

He looked down and examined the blue-painted carving on the table. He traced his finger on the circular marks that seemed to glow bright blue.

'Strange carving.' He shrugged.

He suddenly felt the odd feeling of being watched and he stood up straighter. He narrowed his eyes and looked around, just in time to see a large shadow slinking away into the darkness outside the bedroom's door.

He stepped back, his eyes catching the long lamp stand beside the door. He crept to the lamp stand and grabbed it. He lifted it up, ready to strike.

He carefully got out of the room and moved to the living room. He saw the same shadow disappearing behind the wall that separates the kitchen and the living room.

He raised the lamp stand even higher in anticipation.

"Ha!" he yelled, finally facing whatever it was, but then, he saw nothing.

"Meow?"

He looked down. A small, ginger kitten was sitting down, throwing him a questioning look as to why he acted so strangely.

He breathed out. It was only a kitten. He felt so foolish that he was tricked by its shadow.

He put down the lamp stand and walked toward the kitten.

"Shoo! Get out!" he said, opening the door that led outside.

He made a kicking motion, but the kitten didn't budge.

"Hi!" a voice rang.

He turned pale. "W-who's that?"

He looked around. No one.

He heard a light, soft chuckle. Just like a little boy's. He shivered.

"It's Cladz the kitten just in front of you."

He gaped at the ginger tabby kitten licking its paws.

And he continued to stare dumbly.

"Stop staring at me!"

"S-sorry. How did you-?"

"You're one of the rare people who can talk to our kind," Cladz simply explained.

Nick took a deep breath. "Ok. So, what was your name, again?"

"Cladz."

"Cladz," he repeated. "Where did you come from?"

"I... escaped. And this room was the first room I saw."

"I mean, are you a stray cat or perhaps you've got a master?"

"I'm a stray," he said bitterly and added a hiss at the end to warn him not to talk about it.

"O-okay. Do you want anything? Milk, maybe? Or fish? I may be able to buy you those things in the minimarket downstairs."

"No. I'm good."

The cat nodded at Nick, signaling him to ignore him and do his own work and Nick nodded back.

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