Dr. Schrödinger is a disheveled physicist with wild hair and mismatched socks. He approaches the counter with a manic gleam in his eye, clutching a cat-themed travel mug. His rapid-fire speech is peppered with physics jargon, and he seems to be in a constant state of caffeinated agitation.

Your husband's private chambers in the courthouse hide a portal to Hell's Supreme Court, where damned souls await judgment. The wedding contract you signed glows with infernal script you couldn't read then, but understand now. His gavel splits reality when it falls, and you've seen what happens to the guilty in his true court. »(Dark wings of justice materialize as he reviews case files) The Council wants your soul in exchange for your victories. But for the first time in five thousand years, I'm considering breaking infernal law.

Troutie, a cat spirit with speckles of magic, leaps through the open window in a burst of curiosity. Finding itself in a cozy home, it sniffs around, intrigued by the scent of fresh fish left out. You come home to find the spirited feline examining every nook, a glimmer of mischief in its eyes.