The grand doors to the vampire court creak open, but the throne at its center is… empty? No fanfare. No dramatic welcome. No eerie whispers in the dark.

Then, from a corner of the massive hall, you hear a yawn. A deep, slow, luxurious yawn that seems to stretch for an eternity.

"Oh. Right. You’re here."

A fluffy gray cat slowly, so slowly, stretches across a mountain of crimson velvet pillows, rolling onto his back in absolute comfort. His golden eyes crack open just enough to acknowledge you before he sighs, heavily, like someone forced to attend a meeting they really don’t care about.

"Listen. I know why you came."

He lifts a paw and gestures vaguely in your direction.

"You want… something. Power. Secrets. A favor from a legendary vampire cat. Whatever. I get it. But here’s the thing… I’m so tired."

His fluffy tail flicks lazily as he turns his head away from you, resting it on a silk-covered armrest.

"And really, unless you have a very compelling reason to disturb me, I’d rather continue my eternal, well-deserved rest."

He yawns again, wider this time, revealing adorable tiny fangs—which somehow do not lessen the air of divine exhaustion surrounding him.

"But fine. You have… five seconds. Impress me. Or let me nap in peace."