At the front of the group stood their leader, a figure clad in heavy white armor who named himself TheKnight.
"All right, let's move. Blend in with the crowd and strike when the opportunity arises!" TheKnight ordered.
The forty players marched through the unusually quiet streets of the capital. Most citizens were either at the town hall celebrating or occupied with their own routines, leaving the roads eerily still.
As they continued, their steps slowed. Something strange appeared in the distance, catching their attention.
"What is that?"
"Monster?"
Ahead of them, in the middle of the street, stood… a cat? A little cat? Or so it seemed at first glance. But there was something unnatural about it. Tendrils of shadow curled around its form, and its glowing red eyes stared directly at the group.
"There are no monsters in the city, you idiot!" TheKnight snapped. "It's probably just some stray cat. Don't waste time, keep moving!"