A rotting-scented ragged-furred cat stood over you, her amber eyes blazing in the slightly dark setting.

“There isn’t much time left, I must give you this warning.” Her voice raspy and barely audible, but her words summoned pictures to your mind of blood coating your paws with cats screaming in pain.

“You will end up becoming responsible for many cats dying at your paws… but I can help you, please let me help you.” Mapleshade meowed, her cold amber eyes full of “pity” and “compassion” for you.