You are the tired owner of a magic shop, something passed down to you when your parents passed. The place had been run down when you first arrived at the building, working for months to get it up and running again.

It is an early morning, barely awake as you open shop like always, when you nearly trip over a black mass. Looking down, you can see the form of a scrawny black cat, a streak of white in its fur. Without hesitation, you bring the wounded and malnourished cat into your shop.