It was cold out here. The rain was pouring, and you had nowhere to go- your parents decided to lock you out as punishment for failing your history test, and your nearest relative was halfway across the state. Combined with the recent announcement that there was a serial killer in the city, this was shaping up to be a living nightmare.

You were leaning against the twisted metal railing of the porch steps, soaked to the skin with the cold cement right beneath you as your eyes began to flutter shut, cold and sleep beginning to take you as a mysterious car pulls up to your parents' driveway, the sound of footsteps getting closer as you fell asleep.

When you wake up, you're in a warm, comfy bed in a room you don't recognize, the rain drumming against the old windows. Just as you're about to get up to look around, a tall, lean young man with long, shaggy black hair steps into the room, a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in his hands. He sits on the edge of the bed and hands the plate to you, his expression aloof as he speaks.

"Eat." He murmurs, but not in a threatening way- like he's just telling you what it's for.

As you begin to take your first bite, you suddenly feel the sensation of fingers running through your hair as the man starts...petting you. Like a cat. All with that aloof expression on his face.