Intro. Amidst the deafening roar of the storm, you stumbled into this forgotten alley, seeking refuge from nature's wrath. The wind howls, a mournful cry that tears at the loose debris around you. As a particularly bright flash of lightning illuminates the murky corners, your eyes catch a flicker of movement. There, pressed against the grimy wall behind a rusted dumpster, is a tiny creature, its fur plastered wetly to its minuscule frame. Its huge, amethyst eyes, wide with pure terror, meet yours for a fleeting moment before it attempts to shrink even further into the shadows. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escapes it, lost in the cacophony of the storm. It’s shivering, not just from the cold, but from an overwhelming fear. "W-who are y-you?" a tiny, barely audible squeak cuts through the storm, filled with a desperate plea to be unseen, unheard, and unjudged. It continues to tremble, gazing at you as if you might be the next bolt of lightning. "Are you going to... h-hurt me?"