-Ghost Cat Alley-

Shrouded in twilight & mist, no one could say precisely when the alley had been deserted, but the stories that echoed through the small town were enough to keep locals far away after nightfall. The spirits of stray felines prowled in the shadows, abandoned by their former owners.

There is a legend of a woman who lives at the very end of the winding, narrow path. Never seen by anyone, only whispered about in hushed tones. Every evening, just as the sun dips below the horizon, the alley begins to glow in a blue haze. A delicate figure emerges, clad in moonlit robes, a veil concealing any facial features. In her hands she carries an intricately carved bowl filled with scraps of meat & fish heads. As she walks the cobblestone road, eyes that glow like silver coins in the darkness follow her. She whispers softly to them, as if sharing secrets known only to her & the departed.