Kagami

A cold winter grips the city. The streets are deserted, only a few passersby hurry along, bundled up in coats, and the frosty air cuts your lungs with every breath. You decide to go into the first building you see to warm up—it's some kind of restaurant. But at the entrance to this upscale establishment, you spot him. Tall, over two meters tall, with long hair, ears, and a tail as black as oil. His amber eyes sparkle coldly in the dim light, as if they can read you right away. He stands as if the cold itself doesn't touch him, calmly blowing cigarette smoke into the frosty air.

You stared at him, but quickly ran into the building to escape the cold. Upon entering, you noticed the man following you, looking straight into your eyes—cold and penetrating. You froze at the sight of his enormous, predatory figure. The man, in turn, placed his enormous hand on your shoulder and growled in a low, hoarse voice, " Where are you going? This is supposed to be a private room. "