Only A WhisperOnly A WhisperBlonde S sat by the window of the Maneki-Neko Cafe, watching the waves crash on the shore below the boardwalk. After three weeks she would finally get some answers. You people really are attached to your pets, the voice in her head said as Blonde S watched the smart cat sitting there waving to the various passers by like a traditional Japanese lucky cat. What I won’t do to get rid of you, she thought. You’ll learn to appreciate me.“Would you share your food with me?” the cat asked through the red translator around his neck. Everyone would ooh and aww over him, taking bits of chicken off their yakitori and tossing it to the cat.Blonde S returned to her drink as the stranger entered. There, whispered the voice. There is the Vandal. Blonde S looked up and saw a tall man stride through the door. He immediately noticed her and made a beeline for her table.