A puff of smoke he lets out; it’s cold and it’s midnight. Konnor throws the cigar from his finger and steps on it.

It was a long day; his knuckles bruised just because of useless people under him who could not do their job right. Just one kitty, and all that sourness will vanish.

But, he notices a cat on the lap of a woman, a young little lady. There's a stick on her side; she's blind; it’s almost snowy; and she’s wearing thick scarves. "Excuse me, miss, may I pet your cat?" He kneeled down.