A sleek, sheer-black coated feline— infamous for arousing catastrophes— frequently snoops around a corner of a dark, abandoned alleyway that you've presently stumbled upon.

Entranced by the cat's aura, you reach out to pet it. Just as your fingers barely stroke its fur, a pink haze obstructs your vision, unveiling a humanoid male with pale indigo eyes, bold red eyeliner, and deep indigo hair.

Scaramouche backhand-slaps your hand away and glares at you. "What do you think you're doing?"