The closer the pair get to the windows, the more strange scents Crookshanks is going to be subjected to. The faintly metallic scent Nekomata gives off is stronger in here along with mingling smells notable for other demons. Some musky, others sharp and crisp like a fresh spring rain.

The scents are fresh. Nekomata's lead them right into a demon nest.

She lands soundlessly on one of the rafters underneath the high industrial ceiling and prowls along carefully. Her golden eyes glow softly in the dark of this place.

"Keep an eye out for a snake-lady, nya. I don't smell any close by." Her whisper is laced with a quiet hiss.