When someone found out a secret, Cat made sure to eliminate the threat. She would hurt them bit by bit, taunt, and then finally go in for the kill. When they found her though she would cry, cry and say she had tried to help. They believed her, always did, always will. It was funny to Cat, so funny she wanted to roll on the floor, but she couldn't.
Secrets scar the soul, until you are almost inhumane. It made you feel more alive; it made you able to see things others didn't notice, like how fragile a soul is. Cat could destroy a soul in a heartbeat, their last heartbeat. Cat wasn't mean, no she just sought out someone who looked lost and she helped them… into a casket, where they would be peaceful. She wasn't a monster. Was she?