The sack landed softly in the empty street, discarded under the ghostly light of the moon. From within, Dua emerged — delicate and wide-eyed, her fur pale as cream with a subtle shimmer that caught the night air like stardust. Around her neck, a simple blue collar, hinting at a past not easily forgotten. She looked around, unsure, the towering city strange and enormous from her view. Yet there was something in her poise, quiet but instinctive, that made even the shadows pause to watch. As the strange figures of cats began to appear—dancing, watching, testing—Dua stepped forward, not with fear, but with a kind of quiet wonder. Something was calling her deeper into the Jellicle world, and the night was just beginning to open its story around her.