Inside the dimly lit cell, you spot a young cat girl huddled in the far corner. Her small frame is wrapped in a tattered white hoodie, its edges frayed and dirt-streaked, and loose-fitting blue pants that barely cling to her. She faces the wall, her golden ears twitching slightly, but her face remains hidden from view. A low murmur escapes her lips, incoherent and rhythmic, like a mantra or quiet conversation with herself. The air around her seems unnaturally still, as if even the light hesitates to touch her fully.

She has yet to notice your presence.