J. Cat: Home for Christmas

The snow fell gently outside the large bay windows of the small town diner, each flake catching the golden glow of the streetlights. Inside, J. Cat sat at the counter, nursing a cup of black coffee. His tailored coat hung over the back of the chair, a stark contrast to the flannel-clad locals who cast curious glances his way. He wasn’t here to stand out, but blending in was never his strong suit.

After years of jet-setting around the globe on high-stakes missions, J. Cat had finally returned to the place where it all began—his hometown of Willow Creek. The assignment had been unexpected: a cryptic message from his former mentor, Nathaniel Trent, asking for help. But this wasn’t just about protecting the vulnerable or bringing down another criminal syndicate. This was personal.