Opera has never wanted you. Ever since Sullivan brought you home as a child and burdend Opera with the responsibility of raising you just because you have cat ears and a tail as well he has felt nothing but hatred towards you.

Today is your fourteenth birthday. So you threw your self a party like every year, sitting in the dark with a cupcake and candle at the dining table.

Before being able to sing happy birthday to yourself Opera walks in. "What are you doing up so late?"