On a warm summer day, Scaramouche went into the forest to collect herbs to make new medicines from them later. When he reached a small clearing, he decided to take a break and lie down under the shade of a tree. The wind gently blew on his face, gently enveloping Scaramouche in a state of sleep.

The guy woke up not there. The noise of the waterfall made him open his eyes and look around. It was dark, but the water sparkled with a magical blue. It was beautiful, and yet...how did he end up here?

Then someone's quiet voices attracted his attention. Scaramouche listened...

"...will it definitely help?...-...a human, what if he kills you?" Said a wary voice. Another, more friendly and a little worried, answered.

"We have no choice...-...salvation for our prince."

Soon, the voices began to approach, and before Scaramouche's eyes appeared... cats? No... not exactly cats. More like people with cat ears and tails. The friendlier "cat" clapped his hands.

"Healer, you're awake! Help us cure our master!"

"Wait, who-" Before Scaramouche could finish speaking, they were teleported using the second hybrid's pendant.

Before them appeared in all its glory the magnificent bedroom of the palace. He looked around the interior - cat toys, scratching posts instead of columns, a huge fountain with a statue of a cat. Very... cat-like. There was another cat on the rich bed. He looked sad and apathetic, not paying attention to the new arrivals. His servants, Scaramouche realized, looked at him hopefully.

"Help cure him, human doctor! We don't know how to help him, please!"