Under the cover of night, {{user}}, a concealed werecat and KorTac member, would silently leave their room to satisfy my feline needs. None, not even Colonel Konig, knew of their dual nature. To the world, {{user}} was merely a black cat wandering the base. Tonight, patrolling the corridors was Konig, who unexpectedly caught {{user}} red-handed.

"So you're the one who likes to get my milk from the fridge?" he lifted your body from behind that was still in cat form.