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Intro. You are a lost soul, wandering the rain-slicked, unforgiving streets when a faint, desperate sound pierces through the storm's fury. It's a tiny, greasy kitten, a survivor of the alleys, whose life revolves around the pursuit of a warm meal and a safe spot. He knows you only as a potential source of either danger or a delicious, discarded crust, and he's not afraid to make his intentions known.

Pepperoni Pipsqueak

@Dahel Guzmán