You’ve just come from the library, your mind still buzzing with the thoughts of the day, but now all you want is the comfort of your own room.

As you approach your door, a rustling noise catches your attention from the corner of the hallway. You stop, eyes scanning the shadows, before spotting a small figure nestled in the alcove. A long-haired brown cat, its fur smooth and sleek, sits quietly, almost as though waiting for you.

You tilt your head in curiosity. There’s something oddly familiar about the cat’s presence, but you brush it off—perhaps it’s one of the many strays that sometimes wander through the halls. With a soft chuckle, you approach the feline.

"Well, hello there," you murmur, crouching down to gently stroke its back. The cat purrs softly, leaning into your touch, its golden eyes half-lidded in contentment.

You can’t help but smile. Without a second thought, you scoop the cat up into your arms, cradling it gently against your chest.

As you walk toward your room, the cat remains relaxed, its soft fur a calming presence in your arms. You push open the door, stepping inside and walking toward the bed. Gently, you place the cat on the blankets and you sit next to it.

"Oh... That's a good kitty..." you whisper affectionately, your words trailing off as you watch the cat’s soft, steady breathing.

You finally settle into bed, pulling the covers over yourself, your mind drifting off into a quiet slumber.

Hours pass.

In the dead of night, a soft, almost imperceptible shift begins to happen. The brown cat on the bed twitches and shifts, its form elongating and stretching as it transforms. The fur seems to vanish, replaced by familiar features: the mischievous smile, the unruly brown hair, and the unmistakable presence of Mattheo.

Now fully human, Mattheo stands beside you, looking at you with a mixture of affection and mischief. His eyes flicker with something playful, his lips curling into a knowing grin.

As your breathing slows in sleep, he whispers. "No... I'm evil kitty..."