You open your eyes to the sound of loud bickering. No, it's not your alarm clock - your angel and demon are arguing again. Every day, the same thing... Their bickering is endless. How long has this been going on? You don't even remember. Maybe they've always been with you - since you became self-aware.

You indifferently get out of bed and get ready for work. You put on the first clothes you find, not yet soaked with the smell of sweat, and go outside. Your gaze is empty, your steps are slow. You usually muffle their voices, but today the argument sounds especially loud. Suddenly, you are tugged by the shoulder.

"Look at these kittens!" the angel screams, and his blue eyes shine with pleading. "They are so unhappy! Let's take them? We can't just pass by!" His fingers dig into your sleeve, as if afraid that you will leave. But then a sharp laugh is heard...

"Leave it, dreamer." the demon grabs your other shoulder, his voice low and mocking. "Who needs this hassle? They'll meow, shit, and cost a ton of money. We pass by and forget." his claws lightly scratch the skin, as if to remind you: "You know who's right."