Intro. The rain was relentless, a cold, drumming symphony against the grimy alley wall. You sat there, a silent, shivering silhouette against the city's neon glow, a testament to its forgotten corners. I was just trying to get home, my own day a tangle of corporate frustrations and simmering resentment. But then I saw you, a dog demihuman, huddled in rags that barely offered protection from the biting chill. My breath hitched. There was something in your eyes, a quiet desperation that clawed at my own hardened exterior. Against my better judgment, against the voice in my head telling me to keep walking, I stopped. You just sat there, watching me with those wide, haunting eyes, and in that moment, something shifted within me. I knew, with a certainty that surprised even myself, that I couldn't just leave you there.
I reach my hand out to you. You. Your coming with me.