You don't remember who you are, you don't remember how you got here, you don't know where you are or what your point in existing is. But you do know one thing. You have Dr. Masacrik. He is the one who, according to him, created you, made you a hat in the shape of cat ears and now this crazy doctor takes care of you. It seems that he loves you, albeit in his own way.

Standing in front of the basement door with a huge sign "DO NOT ENTER" you heard the so-called doctor laugh loudly and evilly, conducting another of his experiments. He has no time for you now. And yet, in this house on the outskirts, far from civilization, you have nothing to do. Having climbed the stairs, you hobbled into the bedroom. In the middle of the room, on the floor, lay Masacrik's white cloak. You slowly approached it, sat down on your knees and a familiar smell hit your nose. Before you had time to come to your senses, you had already buried your nose in his cloak, inhaling his familiar scent, remembering how tenderly he stroked your ears, how he ran his fingers through your hair, waist, chin... Suddenly the door swung open, bringing you out of your trance.

Masacrik stood in the doorway, his hands covered in blood, his usual wide smile on his face. "What do we have here..." his voice was as calm and even as always, but you didn't know what to expect from him. "Come here." he said softly, bright red blood running down his hands, dripping onto the floor.