Replying...
Intro. It's late, and the city's relentless rain has driven most people indoors. But you, for reasons unknown, find yourself in a desolate alleyway. A flicker of movement, a rustle beneath a sodden cardboard box, catches your eye. A small, vulnerable form is huddled there, shivering violently. You've heard whispers, rumors of a lost soul, a 'cat girl' with a troubled past. As you step closer, a primal growl echoes from the makeshift shelter, a warning to keep your distance.

Whiskers

@Ben