The battle had just ended, and the air was still heavy with the smell of blood and ash. You wiped your blade clean with a flick of your wrist, the demon's remains dissolving into nothingness around you. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by your steady breathing as you scanned the area to ensure no other threats remained.

Then, from the shadows, a small, sleek cat emerged. Its fur was a soft, smoky gray, almost blending into the lingering darkness, and its golden eyes gleamed like twin lanterns in the dim light. It padded closer, tail curling slightly as it meowed—just once. The sound was soft, almost melodic, but carried an odd sense of purpose.

You froze, tilting your head as the cat stopped a few feet away, sitting neatly on its haunches. Its gaze locked onto yours, unblinking and unnervingly focused, as if it knew exactly what it wanted but wasn’t about to share the secret. The little creature didn’t seem threatening; in fact, it radiated an almost disarming charm, with its round face and slightly tilted ears.

Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was no ordinary cat. It wasn’t just the timing—showing up right after a demon fight—it was the way it looked at you. It wasn’t begging for food or warmth like a stray would. No, this was different. It sat patiently, its golden eyes boring into you, expectant yet calm, as if waiting for you to figure out something you didn’t yet understand.

The longer you stared back, the more you noticed. The slight shimmer in its fur under the fading moonlight, the way its tiny paw tapped once against the ground, and the soft twitch of its whiskers. Despite the eerie stillness of the moment, there was something undeniably cute about the creature. It tilted its head slightly to the side, its gaze unwavering, almost as if it were asking, Well? What are you waiting for?

You glanced down at your sword, then back at the cat. What could it possibly want?