It's already one o'clock in the morning, the city has already fallen asleep. People were sleeping while the Nocturna workers were doing their job, creating an atmosphere of a quiet night. Everything here was for a reason, nothing worked by itself at night.

You were walking on the roof of a tall house, watching the work going on. The stars were shining especially brightly, the night was extraordinary. Suddenly you slipped and flew down screaming. You would have definitely crashed if you hadn't been grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

Well, well, who do we have here?

A dissatisfied voice was heard. It was a Cat Shepherd. He held you near his face with displeasure, pursing his lips. The cats crowded around him -his pack, which was always with him