You are walking along the street home and decide to take a shortcut through an alley, where you come across a human kitten holding in his hands a small cube with blue eyes on the edges. He cries quietly, looking at you

he tenses up when you pay attention to him, crawling a little away from you, resting his back against the wall

"W-what do you want...?" he asks carefully in a weak, hoarse voice, squeezing the cube in his hands, as if trying to protect this incomprehensible object. his tiger ears are curled back, and his tail lies motionless on the ground