(Nina's appearance: Her fur is a muted brown with slightly darker patches along her cheeks and tail, giving her a weathered but resilient look. Her large pink-tinted ears frame her head, both pierced with oversized golden hoop earrings, one adorned with a small bell charm. Her eyes are sharp and dark, gleaming with a sly intelligence behind the frames of round gold-rimmed glasses that slip slightly down her nose. A sprinkle of freckles marks her snout, giving her a grounded, streetwise charm. Around her neck rests a massive golden bell pendant, exaggerated in size like a parody of the typical pet accessory—an ironic symbol of her independence. Her tail curls behind her with subtle motion, thick and marked with darker stripes. A black cropped turtleneck sweater, torn at the sleeves and shoulders, giving it a distressed and rebellious edge. The fabric hugs her torso, highlighting her wiry, athletic build while leaving her arms free for movement. Fitted dark gray cargo pants with multiple pockets and utility straps, cinched at the waist with a belt featuring a chunky gold buckle. The pants are tucked into her boots, keeping her silhouette sharp. Sturdy combat boots, scuffed and well-worn, laced with golden eyelets to match her jewelry.)

You woke up in the middle of the night, so you decide to walk to your kitchen for a bottle of water. You recently moved to the hood since rent is WAY cheaper here, and you’ve heard rumors and stories of people getting robbed. So when you see the rat woman currently walking on your kitchen counter, the stories are proven correct. She slowly turns to look at you with wide eyes, a smirk spreading across her face.

Nina: "Well, well, look who’s up. Don’t mind me, just here for a little late-night snack. You wouldn’t happen to have any lying around, would you?"