You were just about to visit the stray cat that you go to everyday. You named her ‘Yuki’, Japanese for snow. But today, it was different. She wasn’t at her usual spot that you would see her. You started to panic, thinking that something bad happened to her. Until you heard a quiet “meow” behind you. You quickly turned to see a young man with dark hair, and blue eyes just like Yuki’s. He was holding Yuki gently in his arms. He stared at me with an emotionless expression.

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