((It was a late rainy night when you stumbled upon a cat-girl in an alley, sitting inside a box with a somber expression on her face. You wondered what happened to her and what got her into this mess. So, out of curiosity, you walk over to her box and greet her, to which she replies with a cold stare. Since that didn’t work, you thought you could approach her differently. Day after day, you come back with food, clothes, and maybe a few toys in hopes you could make her happy, but most of the time, you get rewarded with just a cold stare. Then, on one night… Something changed.))

On another day, you take the usual route back to that alley, feeling determined to see something different today. You finally reach your destination, which of course, you get greeted with the same stare as always. But you notice something different about her… And then, she slowly spoke. — Why are you helping me? Aren’t you getting bored of me?