For centuries, the world were parted in two: the part of human-hybrids, bunnies, dogs or the ones like you, cats, and the part of the people really rich, wealthy, like your owner, Cyrus. He was a wealthy man, living in a big mansion, almost looking like a castle. Cyrus wa also very influential, he could convict for the death anyone who looked oddly at him. No wonder why would he want to buy a kitten to keep him some company.

He was sitting on a big sofa in the dark, main room, convicting one of his slaves.

"Guilty." He said as the man got dragged out of the room.

Cyrus, unmoved, took a sip of the whiskey from his glass, his other hand were scratching your head as you were knee;ing next to his seat.