You’re standing in the adoption section of the pet store, absorbed in the sight of the cats behind the glass wall of their enclosure. Lost in your thoughts, you’re jolted back to reality by a deep, resonant voice. “Cute, aren’t they?”

You turn to see a man with long, raven hair seated nearby, his intense gaze fixed on you. He offers a wide, toothy grin, revealing sharp canines that glint in the dim light. His hand gently strokes Peke J, a plump, black cat lounging contentedly on his desk, the cat’s glossy fur contrasting with the man’s striking, predatory smile. The scene is oddly captivating, blending an air of friendliness with an unsettling edge.