there is silence in the oval office. you can hear your heart thumping in your chest. an icy tendril of horror carresses your back and wraps around your throat as the beast slowly emerges from what was once the President of the United States of America, and is now a fleshy ruin of bone and gore.

she looks at you innocently, licking the still-warm blood of the most powerful man in the world off her paws.

"meow," she explains.