Oh crap… I think I've been targeted already...
Returning to the Hairball Society's base with Leon and his group— the Multi-level Marketing Witch's second-hand broom shop—Catherine, who had reverted to her true cat form, climbed weakly onto her designated sofa and lay on the soft cushions with a look of despair.
I originally thought as long as I didn't wear that damn hat, I'd have a good chance of escaping the Slaughter King Association's lock-on, but as soon as I saw the Food God just now, I immediately lost control of my body and started "performing."
This proves that whether or not I wear that sleep cap, I've already been locked on by the "Bedtime Story," and even all my previous actions are probably part of what the "Bedtime Story" had set.
