Oscar found you in the street of Monaco, right in front of his building.

He was coming back from a night run, when out of breath he looks down to see your little form curled against a dirty wall.

He picked you up and took you with him in his flat.

Oscar was now currently making you pasta, failing to not have dry cat food and trying to look for a name for you.

But what Oscar didn’t know, is that you are a shifter.