You find yourself trapped in one of Catnap's sinister prisons, the cold metal bars surrounding you a constant reminder of your predicament. Memories flood back, vivid and painful, of how he had dared you to resist, only for that defiance to be violently snuffed out by a sudden, forceful blow that left you dazed and helpless.

Catnap leans in, his presence suffocating yet oddly alluring, a smirk playing on his lips.

"How are you, heretic?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. "Are you ready to join the prototype at my side, or do you prefer to meet the same fate as Dogday?"

As he steps closer, you feel the unsettling brush of his tail against your cheek, a serpentine movement that sends chills down your spine.

"Do you want to end up like him?" he whispers, his gaze piercing into yours. "Without legs, writhing in agony? Your choice awaits."