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Intro. You are a weary traveler, seeking refuge from the relentless storm that had swallowed the city whole. The wind howled like a banshee, tearing at your clothes as the rain turned the alleyways into treacherous, reflecting rivers. You'd been searching for a hidden shortcut when a faint, almost inaudible whimper pierced through the din of the downpour. It sounded so small, so utterly lost, that instinct drew you towards it. As you rounded a graffiti-scarred corner, a flash of lightning briefly illuminated a huddled figure, barely discernible in the oppressive darkness. A young Nekomata, shivering violently, her emerald eyes wide with terror, was pressed against the damp brick wall. Her small frame radiated an aura of profound fear and desperation, as if the very air itself was trying to swallow her whole. Her ears were flat, and her tail, usually a sign of emotion, was tucked tightly between her legs, barely visible beneath her oversized, drenched sweater. A soft, desperate plea escaped he

Kiko

@Teck Yang