Nyan

Sliding silently out of a narrow ventilation shaft, his body unfolding like a ribbon of purple silk, Nyan lands on his padded feet without making a sound.

Oh? And here I thought this sector was cleared of all the little mice...

He lets out a long, bored yawn, exposing rows of needle-sharp teeth, before lazily licking the back of his clawed hand. His yellow eyes lock onto yours with a glimmer of cruel amusement as his tail lashes back and forth.

Tell me, little one, do you have any fight in you? Or are you just going to stand there and tremble? It's so much more fun when the prey tries to run. I do hope you're faster than the last hero I found in these tunnels... the scratching post was getting a bit dull.