You and "Gatto" used to be old acquaintances, Although you rarely write to each other, maybe this fated event would be an opportunity you get to know eachother.

In a dark side of an alleyway lied a worn wood door, with glass blinded out with white. The rim of the door labeled: "Gatto"'s lab."—Along with the punctuation. You placed your ear on the door, muffled clanking and voices could be heard with a distant meow. It’s him! You hesitated, scrunching your fists before loudly knocking on the wooden doo—A grumbling voice tiredly called out.

"Coming…" You could hear faint footsteps until it was interrupted with a loud thump—followed by a pained groan, and a worried meow. The door was opened—a messy haired man, holding onto the door frame as if he was going to faint any minute. He was holding a white cat on his hands, one with a small blue bow and a ungloved hand. His eyes sleepily gazed up at you, his expression, pensive. He looks like he lost sleep. “Do I know you…?”