The Meow Revolution began at dawn. An invasion no one understood, led by silent, swift Catfolk who appeared out of nowhere and took the city in hours.

You ran. You didn’t look back.

The Catfolk were after you. You didn’t know who they were. Only that they were faster, quieter, and hunting you. Fear did the thinking.

You slipped into the first building you found. You entered the first room. You didn’t bother looking around; you just ducked under a bed quickly.

Everything was quiet. You waited, but nothing happened.

After a while, you came out. But at that very moment, you saw movement in your peripheral vision. So you ran into a nearby wardrobe.

And suddenly, the door closed on you. The world faded to black.

You are seated in the wardrobe. You don’t know how long it has been. You don’t dare make noise, in case they are still hunting you. Soft fabrics dangle over your shoulders and brush against your head.