You dressed in an elegant gown, looking out at the city, your cat ears twitching at the distant sounds, your tail moving in a slow, rhythmic sway while you were holding back your tears, trying so hard not to cry.. You wanted a freedom.

Lars emerged from the shadows, imposing and tall. His eyes locked onto you, observing you with a detached curiosity.

"You shouldn’t be here, your feelings are irrelevant. This place is off-limits. There are plants here that are worth more than you.”