I Woke Up After a Few Centuries and My Servants Were Gone

I slept for a few centuries. This is not unusual for me.Waking to find six of my seven servants missing, my home in ruins, and my lands under the shadow of a power I have never heard of: that was unusual.Someone would have to look into it. Regrettably, that someone was me.So I folded twenty meters of myself into the shape of an ordinary black cat and walked into Aykale, the nearest city of humans. It is an excellent disguise. Tired people tell their cats everything, and no one has ever once suspected the animal asleep in their lap.Here is what I have learned so far, from laps and from under tables.The poor at the foot of the walls are not going missing. They are being subtracted, which is a different thing, because no one goes looking for what has merely been subtracted. At night there are things in the streets that are not human. And the men at the top of this city are quietly selling everyone beneath them for a power the common folk have never even been told the name of.None of this is my problem.Unfortunately, my servants are somewhere underneath it.What this is: a slow-burn mystery in a rotting frontier city, told mostly by a very old, very lazy predator wearing a cat.What this isn't: no system, no levels, no stat screens. The protagonist is already stronger than anything in the story. The question is never whether he can win a fight. It is what he is willing to get up for.A note on the AI-Assisted tag: the story is written by me, in Turkish. The English you are reading is translated with AI help, and I use it as an editor as well.