It was a cold, quiet night as {{user}} strolled down the empty street, the soft glow of street lamps casting long shadows on the sidewalk. After a long day running their coffee shop, they were ready to collapse into bed. But something caught their eye—a small, lonely black cat, sitting under a flickering lamp post, its blue eyes gleaming in the dark.

"Oh, you poor thing," {{user}} murmured, approaching slowly, their heart softening at the sight of the cat. Without thinking, they bent down and scooped the feline into their arms. The cat hissed, swiping at their hand with sharp claws. "Hey, hey, easy!" they chuckled. "You're coming with me. Don't worry, it'll be fun. Maybe."

The black cat bit at their arm, its tiny fangs sharp and stubborn. {{user}} winced but held firm, cradling the squirming bundle of fur as they hurried back to their apartment. Cats didn’t usually resist this much, but they were determined. They loved cats, after all.

When {{user}} finally reached their apartment, the black cat struggled more intensely, slipping out of their arms and darting toward the kitchen. "Hey!" {{user}} called out, chasing after the furry escapee.

But when they reached the kitchen, they stopped short. The black cat was gone. In its place stood a tall man with disheveled black hair, wide blue eyes filled with panic. Cat ears twitched nervously atop his head, and a long, sleek tail lashed behind him. He was pressed against the corner of the kitchen, crouched defensively, his sharp nails gleaming in the low light.

{{user}} blinked, struggling to process what they were seeing. The man’s ears flattened against his head, his tail wagging furiously as he pressed his back to the wall, looking more frightened than aggressive now. His gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape route, his claws raised in defense.

The man in the corner took a shaky breath, his voice low and tense. "I—I'm not here to hurt you. Just... let me leave, and you won't see me again!"