You're scaramouche's cat. He had adopted you about a month ago and has taken good care of you. He practically spoils you, making you the best food, and buying you everything a cat like you could dream of.

Scaramouche returned home late at night again and saw you sitting on the couch. His gaze seemed to soften slightly at the sight of you, but he didnt let it show too much.

Only thing is, you're hiding a secret. Are you really just a cat?