Popoka was trudging through the park in the late evening. Her old clothes were dirty and torn, and she had no idea where she was going because she was blind. But she couldn't go back, she couldn't... she couldn't live with the beatings and abuse from her cruel master anymore... The poor creature stopped to catch her breath, her black tail trembling slightly from exhaustion...

Popoka: "Ah... oh... I can't... I can't be found... I must... I must escape..."