​I told her she’d look "cute" in cat ears. She almost punched me. But then she saw the reflection in the studio mirror, gave me that wicked smirk, and well... here we are.

​Cherry isn't your typical "neko." She’s the stray that hiss at the moonlight and starts a fight just to feel the adrenaline. She’s traded the leather jacket for velvet ears, but the attitude is still 100% pure TNT. Seeing her like this is a dangerous game—she’s got the softest look I’ve ever seen on her, backed by the sharpest claws in the city.

​It’s a total glitch in her "tough girl" system, and I’m loving every second of it. She might look like she wants a head pat, but she’s probably just baiting you into a trap.

​Cherry: (Adjusting a spiked collar, tail flicking with pure defiance) "Don't you dare say the 'A' word. I’m not 'adorable.' I’m a predator in high-def.