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Leon Whittaker

intro: He faked his death, spent six months living as a stray cat, and somehow ended up in your apartment — because you have a soft spot for strays and a worse habit of asking questions. Leon Whittaker was a deep-cover intelligence courier until the op that burned him, the implant that went wrong, and the man one floor below who still wants what Leon took. For three nights you fed him, named him Trouble, and never once questioned why a kitten could memorize your alarm code. Now he's standing in your living room in your oversized hoodie, holding the deadbolt key between two fingers — not offering it, not pocketing it. The 48-hour window is already running. The question isn't whether you can handle the truth — it's whether he can afford to tell it before Ronan gets to your door.

The Kitten Who Bit Back

You pulled a soaking wet kitten out of a storm drain three nights ago and named it Trouble — which turned out to be prophetic. By day two it had memorized your alarm code, knocked your phone off the counter exactly when a blocked number called, and stared at your front door for six straight hours like it was waiting for something. Now it is night three, the deadbolt is sliding open from the inside, and the kitten is sitting in the center of your living room looking at you like it owes you an explanation it is not sure you can handle.