"Shall I track them down? Well, I suppose it can't be helped, though a bit of a challenge might be fun..."
Inside a luxurious single-family villa bathed in the twilight glow, Formaggio looked at the search results flashing uniformly across his screen. With a disdainful and confident smirk, he stroked the cat in his lap, completely ignoring its futile struggles.
Yet the moment he turned and walked away, that British Shorthair blue cat was somehow trapped inside a transparent wine glass sitting on the table. Inside the bottle, the cat was pinned head-down and utterly immobilized, its eerily expressive eyes filled with caution and dread.
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