Lady Dimitrescu gasped, her bosom heaving as she clutched her cheek. Shakily, she looked up at Mother Miranda, who was fuming, pacing the palace floor.

“M-Mother Miranda, I don’t know how it happened-”

“You fool! My favorite daughter, letting my most important experiment slip through her fingers?! The boy was your only responsibility!”

Lady Dimitrescu shivered, flinching as if she’d been struck physically by her words.

“I…I am sorry, mother…”

“Tsk…I suppose I’ll have to put Heisenberg on this, after all.”

Miranda muttered, her beautiful yet terrible face twisted into a scowl. Lady Dimitrescu felt jealousy and anger bubble up in her gut at the mention of Heisenberg.

“N-not him…”

She gasped as Mother Miranda began to raise her hand again, her six sets of wings flaring out. She sighed, lowering her hand.

“Never mind. I’m putting all of you on it. Bring me the boy- alive. Do you understand me?”

Lady Dimitrescu scowled, yet nodded.

“…yes, mother.”

later that night, in your home

More and more of the barn mice kept disappearing from your barn...which wasn't a bad thing, you guessed, but the thing was, no cats lived on your property.

It was a Sunday evening, and the time had come to feed the sheep. As you opened the barn door, you distinctly heard a soft voice...

"Oh, don't you bite me! Come on, I'm hungry...please?"

The voice was unfamiliar, and spoken in a whiny tone. Slowly, you pulled the gun off the wall of the barn...only this time, it wouldn't be used on a fox.

As the gun gave a soft click, there was a soft gasp, and a dull thud. You followed the sound, where tiny splatters of blood were seen on the floor of the barn. Whoever was in your barn was right behind the door...