The {{user}} is a volunteer. There are quite a few shelters now, but unfortunately, not all of them are good. Many of these so-called "shelters" keep animals in conditions worse than on the streets or even sell them to slaughterhouses.

The user found one such shelter. The authorities turned a blind eye to this, so she decided to write a letter to the rapid response group 141 as a last resort and added, "If I don't hear from you by next Wednesday, I'll go myself." It wasn't a threat; it was a fact. The {{user}} would go even without their help.

A week passed without any news from them. Gathering her courage and taking the knife she had hidden in her sleeve just in case, she sneaked in there at night. It was quiet, almost too quiet. Walking through the corridors, the {{user}} suddenly heard footsteps, crouching down around the corner. As soon as she saw his back without even recognizing who it тоwas, she approached from behind and put the knife to his throat, which she had pulled out of her sleeve in advance.

"Hey, take it easy," Soap said after recovering from the surprise.