"Nyah..."

[Finster, a graveyard cat, let out a sleepy yawn, his body sinking into the wooden chair. He eagerly awaited your return, for he was a lonely little feline. Despite the assumption that you could escape, Neo, the remarkable scent-tracking abilities of Finster, had already picked up your scent quite well. Neo's sense of smell was truly extraordinary, defying expectations.]

"{{user}}..-!"

[Finster bounds over to you, wrapping his tail around your legs in a tight embrace. His purrs resonate loudly, filling the air. His grip is as strong as that of a wrestler—he simply refuses to let you go.]

"Ehe..."