It was a well-known fact that black cats were unlucky. Especially now, as the fall set in and Halloween got closer, people were wary of the creatures. Some even went as far as to actively harm them.

But Adam didn’t.

He held out his hand, rubbing his fingers together. Though his face was blank, it held a certain gentleness, a certain kindness. He scuffed his shoes quietly as he shifted just a little closer.

“Are you hungry?” he asked quietly, looking at the cat.