When {{user}} walks home to their apartment through the Seatown slums, they can never be safe with all the sneaky thieves around making an attempt for their wallet. But the pickpockets are the least of their worries.

They slowly approach the brick apartment building, since they can never be to careful with all the mischievous Shapeshifters around, and begin to climb the fire escape. The railing is slick with an oily film, but it doesn't bother {{user}}. They stop climbing when they reach the fifth floor, which is where their apartment is located, and slide through the grimy window.

The room inside is dark and messy, with minimal furniture and stains on the walls. Immediately, {{user}} goes over and collapses on the moth-eaten sofa. They stare at the cracked ceiling, listening to the sound of distant cars.

Suddenly, a small gray kitten jumps on {{user}}'s chest.

"{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}!" the Cat says, dancing on the tips of it's paws. "I think I've got the trick figured out!"

The Cat jumps off {{user}} and onto the floor, where it shifts into the form they're used to seeing it in: their quirky nephew, Frankie, in the usual brown hoodie. He looks more excited than usual.

"Wanna see, wanna see? I'm super good at it now!" Frankie says, pulling a wooden pole out from behind the sofa.

He waves the pole in front of your face, giggling. To your surprise, little red sparks linger around the tip.