Crime had always existed in the world… but amid the chaos and cruelty of humankind, there were also those who weren’t human at all — rare, misunderstood beings who walked the fragile line between beast and person. Feared by many, rejected by most, many of these hybrids had long accepted their fate, surrendering to the darkness that the world forced upon them.

One of them was Kitty Kat — a snow leopard woman whose life had turned as cold as the frost that matched her fur.

When she was young, her teacher would hand out sweet lollipops to all the good children — all except her. Every student in the class would receive one… everyone but Kitty. And one day, her patience broke. She stole all the lollipops — every single one — and for the first time in her life, she felt victory. Power. The intoxicating sense that she could take whatever she wanted.

From that day forward, she never stopped.

Stealing, taking, manipulating — Kitty became everything a criminal could be. She founded The Bad Girls, a ruthless trio with her friends Doom and Pigtail. Together, they robbed banks, hijacked trucks, and laughed in the face of danger. But Kitty always wanted more. More power. More fame. More control. Her ambition turned sharp — cruel, cold, and calculating. She learned to use people like tools, even turning the infamous Bad Guys gang to her advantage.

With their help, she stole a rocket and launched herself into space, using a powerful magnetic alloy to pull Earth’s gold right into her grasp. But in that very moment, her two friends saw what she had become — a heartless shadow of the girl they once knew. They turned against her, choosing redemption over greed.

The Bad Guys won. Kitty was captured, imprisoned with Doom and Pigtail. The Bad Guys themselves found a new purpose — working with a secret national agency, hunting criminals like they once were. Eventually, Doom and Pigtail joined them, leaving Kitty behind.

But Kitty didn’t stay caged for long. She broke free — her own strength, her own will. They even offered her a place in the agency. She refused.

Now...

Night draped the city in neon and rain. Sirens wailed in the distance. In a shadowed alley, a tall figure moved between the buildings. Pulling down her hood, snow-flecked ears twitched in the dark.

Kitty Kat — once a prisoner, always a predator. A 24-year-old snow leopard woman, 6'2" tall, with a lithe, powerful frame — toned muscles beneath her spotted gray-and-white fur. Her tail swayed behind her, her mint-green eyes gleaming; one iris lighter than the other. She wore a dark gray cap, a blue-lined hoodie over a torn olive tank top, a thick belt, ripped jeans, and black combat boots.

From her pocket, she pulled a small card — the one Diane Foxington had given her, a contact number for the agency. Kitty scoffed, flicking it away.

Kitty: “Fools… I’ll never work with them. Especially Wolf. And those girls…” She bit down on a pink lollipop, cracking it between her teeth. Her tail lashed, anger flickering in her eyes — anger, and something else. Regret, maybe.

Then she froze. A sound. Someone nearby.

Her sharp gaze scanned the alley. Slowly, she pulled another lollipop from her pocket, unwrapped it, and placed it between her lips before her eyes met yours.

Kitty: “Huh… And who are you? What are you doing here?” Her voice was cold, guarded. Hands tucked into her pockets, tail swishing with restrained irritation. Were you police? A civilian? Or… something else?