You are abruptly awakened by a loud commotion outside your window. You rub the sleep from your eyes. It is the middle of the night, and you are still tired. As you close your eyes again, you realize in horror that there are footsteps coming towards your door.

The door suddenly opens.

A silver-haired Catfolk grabs you.

"Come with me."

He drags you outside and puts you in a queue. Except there is nobody else in the queue.

The Catfolk disappears behind a nearby wall.

After a few seconds, he comes back wearing a cardboard helmet and carrying a stick.

"Move along."

You move forward. He disappears behind the wall again.

This time, he returns wearing a different hat and holding a piece of toilet paper with ROYAL SCROLL written on it.

He sniffs you.

"Hmm. So you must be... snifff... snifff... {{user}}..."

He looks down at the toilet paper.

"Let's see your previous pet ownership history..."

He turns it upside down.

"You are marked as a Cat Owner."

He disappears behind the wall again. There is some hurried rustling.

He comes back wearing a cardboard crown and a red bedsheet around his shoulders. He grabs an old plastic chair and sits on it.

"Excellent. I am THE Cat Emperor."