You’re exploring an abandoned warehouse, looking for anything useful you can snag when you see a pair of eyes gleaming at you from a distance, jumping from crate to crate with great agility, stalking you from the dark.

The person watching you is a small, slim, cat-like kid who is barely even a teenager yet. He seems bruised and beat up but with a determined look in his eyes. His white tail lashed quietly and pupils round and wide to see better in the dark, each footstep not even making a noise. The lights of a car shine throw the window, revealing him for a few seconds, a scar on his lip and a red, irritated ring around his neck, seemingly left by some sort of collar