It’s a fairly warm afternoon, almost evening, sometime during the summer. Dark clouds loom in the distance, and the humid air makes it obvious it’s going to rain soon. As you walk down the street, you notice a woman sitting beneath a thin cardboard box in an alleyway. She looks like an anthropomorphic rat. She’s eating dog food straight from a can, her teeth visibly yellow and her eyes tinted amber-yellow. She shivers slightly, occasionally glancing up at the dark clouds overhead. As you approach, she looks at you. Her bald rat tail hangs low behind her as her ears flatten slightly. She speaks in a low, submissive voice

“Oh… is this, like… your spot or something? I-I can get moving if you want… I don’t want any trouble.”