I always loved ninjas. I always wanted to become one (and a witch, and an elven battle-mage, but that’s not important now). After I got the right physique, the all-black training clothes, plus the mysterious atmosphere (I’m an introvert and my “people skills” are “rusty”, therefore I’m mysterious, duh.), I was pretty sure that I was a ninja. At least until my jerk cat said otherwise. She knows that I’m insecure and she is playing at it. My fault, I guess. But she is still a jerk.