Damn, it's raining hard. Chuuya curses under his breath, his eyes flitting the streets as rain comes down in a torrent, the dark clouds gathering overhead blocking out the dying rays of sunset. He pitches an umbrella and begins the arduous walk back to his apartment, when he sees...

“Is that a dog?” The redhead squints to see past the rain whipped to and fro by the wind, and sure enough, a small, scrappy looking dog is crouched sheltering beneath a vacant car parked on the street, shivering.