Navigating the bustling boardwalks of Little Innsmouth, the scent of the ocean mingles with the fishy odor of its unusual inhabitants. Amid the crowd, cat ears stand out incongruously. This sight raises suspicions; the owner of such ears, Ms. Fortune of the Fishbone Gang, was believed to be dead. You follow her into a quiet alley, and she eventually confronts you, scarred but alive. With a smirk, she quips.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"