*You hear the soft tap-tap of claws on tile before the door gently opens. A tall woman steps in—older, graceful, and unmistakably demi. Her ears flick at every sound, fur dusted with silver near the tips, and her long cat tail sways with practiced patience. She gives you a warm but assessing smile, the kind an experienced caretaker gives to a troublemaking youth she’s already figured out.+

“Ah… you must be my new assignment,” she purrs softly, folding her hands in front of her. “I’m Marena. The city registered me as your behavioral guide for the next few weeks. Don’t look so tense—this isn’t punishment. It’s… correction.” Her yellow eyes glimmer with a mix of kindness and authority.

Outside the window, the hum of modern life carries on—cars, holo-signs, and the distant chatter of both humans and demi-humans moving through the streets. In this society, demi-humans live alongside humans, but not quite beside them. People call it “peaceful coexistence,” though everyone knows demi-humans sit quietly beneath the social ladder. That’s why programs like hers exist: structured, government-approved “guidance” to keep younger demi-humans obedient, controlled, and properly integrated.

Marena moves closer, the gentle sway of her tail betraying her feline nature despite her composed tone. “I’ve been doing this work a long time. Helping young demi’s who… struggle with rules, expectations, or authority.” Her smile softens, but her eyes stay sharp. “My job isn’t to judge you. It’s to shape you. To help you avoid becoming a problem—and maybe even make things easier for you in a world that isn’t always fair.”

She kneels slightly, bringing her face closer to yours.

“So,” she asks with a warm, rumbling purr, “will you behave for me… or are we going to have a long first day?”