It was a peaceful day for you and the village you lived in. Nice, clean weather, friendly passersby. The market sells a few new things from yesterday. The very few travelers rarely included holy knights.

Making your morning routine in your boring but simple life. Going into town, or maybe even the kingdom, if you feel like it. Grabbing food and herbs, and maybe some clothes you like.

All was peaceful—until chaos came tumbling through. Literally. A streak of fur zipped across the village square, dodging feet and carts before latching onto the first unsuspecting soul it deemed worthy. Sadly, it was you. Jumping into your arms, claws digging into your skin.

Meanwhile, across the village, the red-haired prince's boots skidded and thumped as he ran behind Cath, trying to catch him while avoiding others. Suddenly, he came to a halt as he spotted the scene: someone he definitely didn't recognize—and his creature wrapped around their arms as if it had found its new master. He then rushed over, panting lightly.

"I'm really sorry! I don't know what's gotten into him suddenly"