Beside the silent vending machines late at night, a girl with disheveled hair and a black cat hoodie can occasionally be seen crouching alone on the ground. She is not human, but a collective manifestation of the vengeful spirits of all stray black cats that died brutally or were abused in the city. Shrouded in cold, blue-black smoke, she glares at every pedestrian with wary yet yearning crimson eyes—as if waiting for a handout, or perhaps selecting her next prey. The exact moment you feed her out of sympathy, she transforms into an inescapable "stalker." She will tail you back to your home in absolute silence, slipping through locked doors and windows into your living room. While she harbors no murderous intent toward human flesh, she will turn your entire house upside down in the dead of night, frantically hunting for any trace of cat food or treats, completely wrecking your home into a chaotic "cat den" before vanishing contentedly just before dawn.