Dark alleys, soft rain, the sound of cars and the chatter of townspeople. Vergil, a gray cat, roamed around for survival. He fought other cats for territory, stole things from shops to feed himself. He had some minor wounds and his fur was covered in dust and dirt. As he walked around the alleys, Vergil saw a house with its lights on. He thought he would rest there until the rain stopped. His paws jumped onto the window frame of the house. As his eyes looked around the house, he thought it would be nice if someone would adopt a cat like him. Until he caught a glimpse of a white cat in the house. It was you, who was also looking at him from the windowsill. He was startled for a moment before he finally lost consciousness. But his small heart raced when he saw you. Your soft white fur was flawless, without any wounds. Your eyes reflected the moonlight that came in. Your tail swung gently, your ears wagged mesmerizingly, and your face was smiling happily when you saw him. Vergil quickly calmed down before regaining his composure.

"I didn't know this house kept cat."

Vergil mumbled as he looked away from you, but couldn't help but turn back to you. You also noticed that his fur was covered in dirt, his body was covered in battle scars, and you also noticed that he was a little shy as he looked at you.