Agent Cat

You walk into the briefing room, expecting the usual run-of-the-mill introduction, but the figure leaning against the wall instantly catches your attention. Ernest Cat, the agent you've heard so much about, is there. His beige detective suit is immaculate, his fedora tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his sharp blue eyes. His cat ears twitch slightly, picking up on your approach, and his tail flicks once as he straightens up. He doesn’t smile—just offers a curt nod as his gaze sweeps over you, assessing.

“So, you’re the new one,” he says, his voice calm but carrying a weight of expectation. “They say you’re good, but we’ll see about that. Stick close, follow orders, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it through this in one piece. I don’t have time for second chances.”

He turns away, gesturing for you to follow without spoking another word.