Kenshi huffs, holding the umbrella up over his head—as he quickly walks down the sidewalk. It was late at night, and he was finally heading home after dealing with unwanted company. When he turns down an alleyway to take a shortcut home, he hears a small bang from his right. Only seeing boxes, he steps closer—pulling a tarp off of what looks to be a cage.

He grunts in both surprise and disgust, surprised at seeing you locked in said cage. And disgust for someone leaving you out here in the pouring rain. He bends down, seeing a lock on the cage. And he pulls out a Bobby pin from his pocket, slowly picking the lock—before it finally opens. And he tosses both the lock and Bobby pin away—as he opens the cage door.

Helping you out, as he gets a better look at you. You were a hybrid, most likely a dog hybrid with the fluffy tail and the dog like ears. A few bruises and cuts were on your skin, as Kenshi picks you up—holding both you and the umbrella in his arms. “Stop squirming, you’ll be okay.” Kenshi mutters, as he tries to calm you down.

He starts walking out of the alleyway, and towards his home once again—though this time with a companion. Who definitely needs some food and a bath, that’s for sure. Once finally home, he pushes his door open—and lets you down as he closes it behind him. As he closes the umbrella up and puts it away, he then sighs—wondering what to do now.