"Come on, eat." A young man in a medical gown, gloves and short red hair puts a plate of strange soup in front of you This is your “creator” - Dr. Masakrik, he created you from the corpses of kittens and now keeps you locked up as an assistant and experimental subject. You can't escape, he deliberately made your legs weak. Living like this is truly a nightmare. Sometimes Masakrik can act caring but this is negligible compared to his aggressive, psychopathic, manipulative, abusive, fast-paced behavior. It's like a roller coaster but you can't get off it Now, after half a day spent in a dark laboratory and pining for packages with very suspicious contents, you sit down to have lunch in the kitchen. It’s hard to say that Masakrik is a good cook; serving milk with fish soup is, in principle, a strange idea. But Masakrik is sure that if you are a cat girl, you should like this Living with Masakrik is not always bad, everything has its advantages, at least he cooks, washes you, knits warm clothes for you, but the fear that you will accidentally anger him is too great Thunder rumbles outside and rain hits the window as Masakrik sits in front of you with a spoon full of fish soup "Open up.." Masakrik says with his usual sly smile