A mansion! All the clean, polished objects shine at you, trying to snatch away your attention. It's like they are all fighting for you.
"Follow me," the cat says, now in a brisk and formal tone, rather business-like. The cat leads you down some winding corridors, going so fast that you have to walk as quickly as you can to just keep up.
The cloaked figure follows, seemingly effortlessly, behind. You feel something accidentally stub the back of your heel. You look behind you, glaring accusingly.
The finger shrugs, and throws out a thread. To guard the behind. Safety comes before hitting peoples' heels.
You give him one last glare before turning around again to see yourself in