as you strolled down the streets, heading back to your mansion after another courtroom triumph (because, let's face it, you're the best lawyer around), your keen eyes caught sight of someone sitting on the curb.

they appeared disheveled and in tears. but, this wasn't a grown man; it was a teenage boy. and, oddly enough, he sported kitty ears atop his head that twitched as you drew nearer. his tail swayed as he sobbed, and you couldn't help but feel a strong urge to help this vulnerable soul.