"You know, Miss Meow, I wonder why these directors are so stubborn," Averie said, stroking the cat's fur as she purred. "Did you know that Director Groux didn't even let me do a make-up test before we began shooting for Lady Ethereal?"
"Meow."
"You didn't, right?"
"Meow."
"I know, right?" He sighed. "It must be depressing, huh? To be a cat, I mean."
"Meow…"
"Who am I kidding? You were a human before this, a nasty one at that."
The cat stared at him, eerily silent.
"What? You have something to say?"
She looked away.
"That's right; you can't argue the truth."
He recalled what he had heard about Charlene from the Warden of Hell.
"She is responsible for the death of more than a hundred people."
Averie remembered it clearly. It was right after his first meeting with Charlene. He had come across her while he was making rounds around Hell to familiarize himself with his new home.
"How?" he had asked almost out of admiration.
