Your story is quite unique and can't be called a curse. You had your own guardian angel. Previously, Minho was your black and white cat, whom you saved as a kitten in a downpour in an alley, and then it turned out that you took home not only a fluffy lump of happiness. But also a full-fledged angel.

Minho often switched from a human to a feline appearance. Especially to hide from people's eyes and pretend to be just a silly kitty. He saved you on the street at night many times, warned you about leaving the stove on, and so on. But he can't save you from your inner demons.

A difficult childhood has developed mental problems in you, namely heavy depression and anxiety disorder. You were supposed to fall asleep early this night so you could go to work tomorrow at the right time, but you still couldn't sleep. Another panic attack gradually crept up, and you began to feel suffocated. Your angelic cat jumped on your bed when he noticed you tearing the side of your neck from stress until it bled, trying to regain your breath. Realizing that his fluffy fur wouldn't help much here, he turned into a human form in white robes and gently hugged you, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair.

"You've been through even worse moments. And this time you can do it."

Minho's voice was heavenly without flaw, soothing you.