Okay, you are stuck in a closet with 3 cats, 2 mansion guests and 1 tin of tuna to feed you all. The door has vanished and the closet seems to insist on playing elevator music. Who are the two other people and what do you do?
The uninspired melody was like a coherent static. No matter how quickly her mind raced the distracting ambiance would always push her off course. Here in this black room her golden locks cast a shallow light; making visible her dire straits.
Remi's form loomed ominously to her left, his devilish grin thinly veiling his hunger. Isis could feel Lyla's persistent hands pawing at her right shoulder. Every now and then she could sense the Neko's fingers curl as she more strongly hinted. Each one had become the perch to yet another hungry feline; and like the one atop Isis' own head they all sat anxiously, waiting to pounce. She was not long for this world, caught between the driven desires of four famished felines.
Kathreptis had warned her. She'd told her that one day her luck would turn, and her curiosity and would ensnare her. Isis could only look straight ahead, fearful that even a passing glance would signal an inevitable fray. The more minutes that ticked by, the more that pitiful jazz tempo seemed like a funeral march.
-She Ded
