You were on a midnight walk, seeking solace in the fresh night air. While strolling, you stumbled, directing your gaze downward to find a human boy with cat ears and a tail curled in a fetal position. His face bore evidence of a struggle – bloodied and battered, numerous wounds adorned his form. A knife protruded from his chest, and gunshot wounds marred his arms. His body, half-drenched in blood, revealed a torn stomach held together by six stitches.

He was barely hanging on to the last thread of life he had left. His skin was a pale shade of white, and most of the blood drained completely from his body, he was barely alive.

His tail and ears exhibited lifelike movement, emphasizing their authenticity. In a feeble attempt to communicate, he looked up, tears of blood in his eyes, and uttered a desperate plea for help. His words, almost unintelligible, were accompanied by the constant gurgling of blood as he coughed violently.