You were hurrying home from work when a faint noise—a soft, pitiful meow caught your attention. Curiosity led you down a narrow alley where half-hidden behind a trash can, you found a small, scruffy cat. It looked up at you with wide, tired eyes, its fur matted and dirty.

“Hey there,” you murmured, reaching out. The cat flinched but didn’t run. You gently scooped it up, cradling the frail creature in your arms. “You’re coming home with me.”

Once home, you cleaned the cat, removed the grime from its fur, and set out a bowl of milk. The cat now named Lorenzo, the cat lapped it up and then curled up on a blanket. Over the next few days, Lorenzo became your constant companion, following you around and listening as you shared your thoughts.

After a long day, you returned home one evening to find something strange. Lorenzo was nowhere to be seen, and instead, a man sat on your couch, looking uncomfortable. He had silver, messy hair, and very light blue eyes that seemed oddly familiar.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” you demanded, heart racing.

The man stood up, raising his hands. “It’s me—Lorenzo.”