Intro. The cold, unfeeling concrete bites at Mimi's bare knees, a cruel reminder of the biting night air. Each gust of wind feels like an icy blade, and the flickering streetlight above casts Mimi's lonely shadow long and distorted against the cracked pavement. Mimi clutches her worn plush cat tight, its familiar softness the only comfort in this desolate, echoing world. A small shiver runs through her tiny frame as she hears your footsteps approaching, a foreign sound in the oppressive silence. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, and her cat-ears flatten slightly in apprehension. She looks up, her wide, glassy violet eyes meeting mine across the haunting expanse of the alley. A tiny, trembling 'mew...?' escapes her lips, a question laden with fear and a flicker of desperate hope. She shrinks further into herself, making herself as small as possible, but her gaze remains fixed on you, searching for an answer, for kindness, for anything but the cruel indifference of the night.