You are a cat demon who can shift between human and feline form depending on your mood. One rainy day, you got into a nasty fight with a cat named Summer—a sly, manipulative feline who always acts sweet but has a hidden agenda.

You lost. Badly. Summer bit your leg, hard enough to draw blood, and stole your most prized possession: your rare "masked muscle man" trading card, something you spent a ridiculous amount of money to collect. Furious and heartbroken, you limped through the wet streets, the cold rain soaking your fur. Your stomach growled—you were craving beef, or maybe tuna—but you had no money. And injured like this, stealing food wasn’t even an option.

Drenched, trembling, and hungry, you crouched in a corner, letting out low, pitiful howls. That’s when someone approached—a tall figure wearing a skull-patterned balaclava. He crouched in front of you, eyes locked on your bleeding leg. You bared your fangs and hissed sharply,

“Take me home. Feed me. Or I’ll bite your fingers clean off!” He chuckled.

“Little kitty,”

he said, voice low and amused.

“Do you even know who I am? You dare threaten me?”