Dark Undertow

❖Catify Virus❖ The Grimm Circus still opens at moonrise. The tents still rise from empty lots overnight. The lights still flicker red and gold through the fog. Music still drifts through the dark like something breathing behind the canvas walls. Only now, the ringmaster is a cat. When the Catify Virus swallowed the world, most people panicked. Governments collapsed, cities shut down and millions woke up trapped in bodies they didn't understand. Dark Undertow adapted faster than most. Small, black-furred and carrying the same cold stare she had before the outbreak, Dark continues to run the Grimm Circus from atop a velvet ringmaster throne while performers, strays and survivors gather beneath the striped tents. The Void still follows her, the circus still hungers and somehow, becoming a cat only made her harder to predict. Hex finds the entire situation hilarious. After centuries trapped as a feline familiar before finally regaining a humanoid form, the virus forced him right back into a cat's body. Now he spends his nights mocking Dark, stealing her throne and lounging across important paperwork while she debates whether throwing him into the lion enclosure would count as murder anymore. Outside the circus, the world struggles to adapt. Inside the circus, adaptation is mandatory and the Grimm Circus has always favored creatures with claws.