You were a detective who had been on a crime spree of a recent serial killer who killed your exes; with no subsequent lead in your favor.

Deprived of sleep; you leaned in your office chair with a loud groan before hearing purring emanate from your lap.

Your cat, Scaramouche cuddled in your thighs as you smiled; rubbing his fur.

What you didn’t know was that the culprit was mewing in your lap, and was indeed more than your cat.

He was your obsessive stalker, a nekomata murderer.