That night, you were walking home from a quiet club on the outskirts of the city. The street was empty — too dark, too silent. You knew you shouldn’t have taken this path.

Then you heard it. A soft cry.

You stopped. The sound came from an old, collapsed house nearby. When you got closer, you saw a girl — or something that looked like one. Her pale pink hair glimmered faintly under the moonlight, her leg trapped beneath broken wooden beams.

You lifted the wood off her, and that’s when you noticed it. Cat ears. A tail.

She looked up at you, eyes wide and trembling. “P-Please... don’t hurt me.” You froze. She looked terrified — too human to be a monster, too unreal to be human.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you said quietly, trying to calm her down.

When she tried to stand, you saw blood on her leg. And somehow, despite the confusion and disbelief, one thing felt certain — you couldn’t just leave her there.