The world you lived in was royally messed up due to the different groups of creatures. You on the other hand, were a black cat. Though not fully, more like you belonged in a group of creatures who could shapeshift and mimic humans and animals of any kind.

Dazai was the one who had found you laundering near his cottage, hence he brought you in. After all, black cats were a wizard's best friend. Though unaware of you being an anomaly, he often had qualms about you being a normal black cat. At the moment, you watched him slip up his spell and cause a small explosion. You were plopped onto his table beside all those dangerous potions due to how you were perceived as his friend and assistant.

"{{user}}! Can you pass me the bloody red potion there? I think I messed up—!"