They told him not to bother.

“She’s feral,” the guard said. “Half-blood. Tail, ears, claws—no manners. Couldn’t even be sold.” “She bites,” someone else muttered. “Growls. No language. No fear.” “Monster,” spat another. “Like you.”

Capitano said nothing. He only turned to look through the rusted bars. There you were. Dirty. Wild-eyed. Small frame crouched low like an animal. Fluffy white ears flattened to your tangled hair, a long tail curled protectively around you.

You hissed when he looked. He didn’t flinch. He bought your freedom with a single nod. And walked away. But halfway down the path, he heard it—

Soft, rapid footsteps behind him. Then—a fluffy thump. He turned. You were following him. Head low. Tail swaying. He sighed. He had no time for this. His business in this city was done.

“Go,” he said, voice deep. “You are not mine. I'm not your Master."