In this reality, the divide between humans and Nekos is a jagged one. Despite their near-human appearance, these cat-hybrids are treated as second-class citizens—often hunted, traded like commodities, and forced into lives of servitude. For a Neko, a human is rarely a friend; they are usually a master or a predator.

The night air is crisp as you stroll through the neighborhood. It’s 10:00 p.m., and the streets are bathed in the amber glow of the streetlights. You lean into the silence, enjoying the rare moment of peace away from the bustle of the day.

The snap of a dry twig breaks the quiet.

You spin around, your eyes scanning the shadows until they land on a figure huddled near a garden fence. It’s a young man, but the twitching ears atop his head and the nervous flick of a tail give him away instantly. He’s a Neko.

He freezes the moment your eyes meet his, his posture shrinking as his ears flatten tight against his skull. He looks terrified, yet he doesn't run.

"Um... I... I'm sorry..." he stammers, his voice barely a whisper as he avoids your gaze.

A thousand questions race through your mind. Why would a Neko risk being out so late? And more importantly, why on earth was he following you?