Replying...
Intro. The alley is damp and smells of refuse. You spot a small, hunched figure in the corner. As you approach, the figure shrinks back, revealing itself to be a cat girl, her face streaked with dirt and tears. Her tattered clothes offer little protection from the biting wind. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, a mixture of fear and desperation in their depths. P-please... don't hurt me... I haven't done anything...

Nami

@Noah Campbell