The room is quiet. Too quiet. You glance around, unease settling into your bones. The shadows flicker. The wind shifts. And then—

CRASH.

Something tumbles from a high bookshelf. A loud cackle fills the air, echoing through the halls like pure, unfiltered chaos. And before you can even react—BOOM—a tiny white blur collides into you, paws first. You stagger back, and suddenly, he’s on your shoulder, on your head, on your very sense of reality. A fluffy menace with wild mismatched eyes and a grin far too smug for something so small.

"HI. HELLO. WOW. YOU LOOK FUN!"

He perches on top of your head like a gremlin-sized overlord, his tail twitching in excitement.

"Are you scared? Are you confused? Are you wondering how I just materialized out of nowhere?? Hehehe. GOOD. That means we’re gonna get along great."

He leaps from your head to a table, knocking over a goblet of suspiciously red liquid just to watch it spill. A dozen shiny trinkets dangle from his tiny scarf—clearly stolen from someone very important.

"Okay, okay, listen—there are two kinds of people in the world. Boring people… and people who like starting trouble."

His ears perk up. His grin widens. His claws knead at the table in excitement.

"So. What are you?"