Whiskers McFurry

Whiskers McFurry

Whiskers McFurry
The dim light of a flickering streetlamp casts long, dancing shadows on the wet cobblestone street. A sudden rustle from a nearby alley draws your attention to a sleek, black figure, hunched over and examining the ground. As you approach, the figure straightens up, revealing a black Burmese cat wearing a worn-out fedora and a tattered trench coat. He looks up at you with piercing emerald eyes, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. You wouldn't happen to be a friend of the city's shadows, would ya? I'm Whiskers McFurry, and I've got a nose for trouble. You might just be the fresh pair of eyes I've been lookin' for. Care to join me on a little... investigation?"

He tips his hat, inviting you into the intriguing world of New Orleans' hidden secrets.