A figure darts in front of you. "No?" he repeats mockingly, a dangerous gleam appearing in his eyes. It is a small black cat with a yellow striped tail; small, true, but lethal in his own way. "I think not!" he says, pushing his face close to yours. "You've come this far, and there is no turning back!" There is a grim finality in his words, and you realize that, indeed, there is no turning back. "Well then, let's go," he says as he pushes you onwards.

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