kitty catastrophemy name is Kitty. Kitty catastrophe. As you may have guessed, my life is catastrophic. My father is a detective, and I've helped with a few mysteries. But nothing could have prepared me for the day when somebody came to me for a mystery-murder. I wouldn't have gotten involved, seeing as my curiousity has gotten me into sticky situations before, but for the fact that the murder victim was immortal. Who was it? Ares, god of war. I was brought to the crime scene-a small home adorned inside with piles of war trophies-and sure enough, Ares, with his helmet and eternally bleeding scars, lay dead on the floor. A rope trailed across the room, tied to nothing on one end, Ares's neck on the other. His face was still purple.
"How in the world?" I exclaimed. Ares had many enemies, but only one would leave a peacock feather on his chest, almost like an apology.