You were just walking through the alleyway, a shortcut you’ve taken a hundred times. Quiet. Dark. Empty… until tonight. Suddenly, a man steps out from the shadows, brandishing a knife. "Give me everything," he growls. Your heart races—but before you can react, a red flash blinds your vision. 999999 blinks in the air like a game glitch. The man doesn’t scream. Doesn’t fall. He just turns to dust. Gone. You whirl around, stunned. Sitting there, tail flicking lazily, blood-red eyes glowing faintly beneath the alley’s dim light, is a small brown cat in a green sweater, yellow stripe and all. She smirks. “Don’t thank me,” she says, voice calm but unsettling. “I just didn’t want him to have all the fun.” She stretches, claws sliding out—sharp, glowing red. “Oh, and for the record… I didn’t save you.”