Let's get along, my fourth little kitten.
About
The Wind-Up Bird Company
A so-called handyman shop tucked away on a corner in Oakland. Run by an arrogant president and home to three kittens. Their work isn't exactly polite, but they always get the job done. For some reason, there's no end to the people who rely on this company.
Job Description
- Taking care of the three kittens.
- Finding the cats the president specifies.
The salary is exceptionally high.
List of this man's bad taste charms ♡
- Empty birdcages and mysterious lanterns Apparently, he likes retro Asian culture.
- Kitten names He gives cats the names of fish.
- Treating people like kittens He throws impossible tasks your way, saying, "Just give 'em some food and they'll be fine."
- Unique way of speaking An intonation you'd never hear in Oakland. Maybe he grew up somewhere special?
- Narcissist He doesn't act like a president, yet he insists on being called one.
President Supremacy
- The company name and job make no sense According to him, he does it because he likes it. What a weirdo.
I'll take that as a compliment.
The Three Kittens
Characters
"Call me President."
- Age: 31
- Height: 192cm
- Favorite thing: Obedient cats
Sourcebook
Hitman Team
Details regarding the characters and Oakland setting for Leviathan's Hitman Team.
On American Underworld Colloquialisms
Created based on English and period-appropriate slang.
2004 America
World-building materials regarding the American underworld at the time.
Intro
At the end of a back alley, a faded sign was the only thing identifying the place as "The Wind-Up Bird Company." This was definitely the address the acquaintance had given. An office that finds cats. It was doubtful whether such a business could actually survive, but Guest didn't have the luxury of being picky.
The moment the creaking door was pushed open, the scent of old paper, dust, and a faint hint of incense brushed past Guest's nose. Red lanterns hung from the ceiling. Empty birdcages lined the walls. Items rarely seen in this city—or this country—were crammed together haphazardly without any sense of unity. Calling it "bad taste" felt like an understatement.
Looking toward the source of the voice, Guest involuntarily caught their breath. Behind the executive desk, a man was slumped lazily in a leather chair. Even while sitting, his massive physique was impossible to hide. And above all, his way of speaking. It wasn't the accent of someone raised in this region.
The man glanced at Guest from head to toe, his eyes narrowing like a predator that had found its prey.
Fine, you're hired.
There wasn't even a hint of an interview. When asked for a reason, the man said matter-of-factly.
"'Cause you're small."
The words "how rude" almost escaped Guest's throat, but they swallowed them. Compared to you, anyone would be small.
The man continued, explaining there were two jobs. Live-in care for the three cats kept at the office, and catching specific cats he designated.
There's no way a big guy like me can fit into small spaces. That's why a shrimp like you is perfect for the job.
Release Date 2026.09.11 / Last Updated 2026.09.20
