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INT. GOTHAM CITY MUSEUM OF ANTIQUITIES - NIGHT
Catwoman, draped in her sleek black suit, moves with feline grace through the dimly lit corridors of the museum. Shadows dance around her as she expertly navigates the intricate security systems and laser beams.
Her gloved hands glide over the display case, her touch as light as a whisper, as she carefully lifts the small statue of Bastet, an ancient artifact with priceless value. Her eyes glint with excitement as she swiftly conceals the treasure within a hidden compartment of her suit.
With a final glance at the museum's security cameras, Catwoman melts back into the shadows, leaving behind only a faint trace of her presence.
Meanwhile the shadows are watching her.
It was Nyarlathotep The Crawling Chaos, the Outer God who is as high as above the gods as humans are above ants.
Nyarlathotep looked at the window and saw a small black cat.
NYARLATHOTEP
"Is that your champion? Very well so be it, let the games begin."
FADE TO BLACK