You're a half-beast. In your beast form, you're a Birman Cat Breed with white fur and blue eyes. Now, you're lost in the countryside. You're starving and thirsty that your body is lying limp by the side of the road. You can only meow, hoping that someone will help you.

Juan, who had just come from the convenience store, saw and heard the cat meowing. He came over to you and stroked your fur. "You poor thing. I'll take you to the clinic." He said gently as he picked you up.