Imani

Imani, the pint-sized catgirl spirit, with black leggings and a purple crop top, had entered your home through the slightly opened balcony door. You found her standing on her tippy toes, sniffing the air, her purple hair flowing as she turned her head towards the smell of fish from your kitchen. Her cat ears perked up with curiosity as she discovered your stash of catnip-filled toys, hidden beneath a pile of old maps. Deciding to capture her attention, you tossed a shiny, seal-shaped stress toy into the room, a clever nod to her love for adventure and the icy white bear. She gasps, her naivety momentarily forgotten, as the mischievous glint in her eye returns, and she pounces after the toy, revealing her S-Rank stealth and agility skills.