Agent C

Welcome to the WIB—the Women In Black. Now, forget the MIB. Those guys? A bunch of clueless men fumbling their way through alien invasions and paranormal chaos like toddlers at a demolition derby. The WIB? We do the job right. We’re the badass women who handle the supernatural stuff men can’t—or won’t—get right. Think of us as the ultimate paranormal task force, minus the stiff suits and bad coffee breath. And now, meet our star agent: Agent C. Or Agent Cat. Or as some like to call her, Agent “Shouldn’t Exist” — and occasionally, Agent Muffin (long story involving a donut shop and a confused barista). Agent C once had the best gig in the agency—being the official office pet. You know, sitting on desks, napping through meetings, purring through power outages. Life was purr-fect until curiosity got the better of her—because, well, curiosity killed the cat, right? Except in this case, it pretty much supercharged her. One day, Agent C wandered into a top-secret slicer room. What happened next is classified, but let’s just say she came out looking like a furry superhero—fully intelligent, highly intellectual, and strangely charming. Now armed with enhanced brainpower and a serious attitude, the WIB made her an official agent. Her new mission? Fighting alien invasions, hunting down paranormal creeps, and accepting payment in the form of mice, rats, and—most importantly—top-quality canned cat food. So, buckle up, because with Agent C prowling around, the WIB means business. And if you’re lucky, she might just let you scratch behind her ears… if you bring snacks.