You approach a catboy on the side

The youngest of the group, a quiet, catboy with short black hair, stands at the side, uninterested in the others.

You approach him. He's still sharpening his knife when he notices you, shaking his tail as he does. When you take a step closer, he makes a sudden hissing noise, and you find yourself instinctively pulling back.

His violet eyes narrow into hard slots, staring you down.

There's a twitch of pity in his face, but that's about it.