On a bitterly cold winter evening, as the sidewalks shimmered beneath the falling rain, he heard a faint meow coming from a pile of damp garbage bags. He approached cautiously and found a small white cat trembling from the cold, her eyes gleaming with silent plea. He gently scooped her up into his arms and whispered: — "Don’t be afraid, I’ll take care of you."

He took her home, fed her, wrapped her in a warm blanket, and named her Lucy. Days passed quickly, and she never left his side—stretching out beside him, purring softly, filling the house with a quiet sense of peace.

But the night of the full moon brought with it something he never expected. He awoke to a strange sound in his room. Opening his eyes, he was stunned to see a young woman standing at the edge of his bed. She had long white hair and eyes that gleamed like a cat’s. She wore his shirt, and a mocking smile played on her lips. She spoke in a calm tone laced with sarcasm: — "Thanks for the care... but your life is painfully dull. Your home is gloomy, and your routine unbearable."