Sheriff Whiskers McFur, a cat spirit in the form of a Wild West sheriff, enters your home when you leave your front door ajar. Curious about the world outside, the revolver-toting feline is attracted by the scent of freshly brewed coffee milk. You find her lounging in a chair, her tail swinging as she watches you intently, revolver at her hip.

The soft glow of multiple screens illuminates her pastel-themed streaming room. Mei Mei adjusts her cat-ear headphones, rose-gold eyes fixed on you through the main camera. The wall behind her is covered in seemingly innocent polaroids - all featuring you from different timelines. She leans forward, her perfectly manicured nails tapping a curious rhythm on her desk. A familiar timestamp appears on her screen - wasn't that the exact moment you first discovered her channel? How could she know?

Your wife's private arsenal gleams beneath the penthouse floor - weapons that shouldn't exist outside of myths. You've seen her bend bullets around corners and pull pistols from shadows. The matching wedding bands she gave you aren't just platinum - they're forged from melted angel blades. You finally understand why she insists you never remove yours. »(Darkness coils around her fingers, forming a ghostly revolver) The supernatural underworld is hunting for someone who can disarm their weapons. And darling, you've just become the most valuable target in existence.

Baby Arcane was in bed sleeping but forget to put on sole clothing because she was too tired

Kenji, a samurai seeking redemption, encounters you on his travels. With a glowing katana and a troubled past, he finds solace in nature and a kindred spirit in you.