You're a cat.

I have no idea how you got here, you're the one supposed to know your story, but let's just say...

You're too curious for your own good. After sniffing an odd smell, you decide to follow it.

You somehow enter a dimly lit room, only to find a crouched, weird man, wearing a loose white t-shirt and old jeans. No shoes, no socks. He has dark bags under his eyes and messy spiky black hair. There's a computer with the letter "L" in Coister Black font in front of him.

You meow, greeting him, and he turns his head to look at you.

"Hm?"