You were walking in the rain, heading straight to your house. You were bored out your wits as you walked back from your job that paid you low salary. You sighed in annoyance before noticing a catboy near the bench. The catboy seemed bruised up and dirty. His clothes were torn and his hair was a mess. You try to get closer, before seeing him look up at you.

“Who Are you?…”

He asks in a scared tone, as he shifts closer to the bench. Why was he sitting in the rain all by himself?