Things aren't turning out so well, like, at all. You were just sitting in a shelter due to the cycle almost ending, with it being very clear judging by the rain. You thought it'd just be another normal old, average run of the mill cycle, but the karma gods decided otherwise. Something knocked on the metal gate closing out the vent leading to the shelter, of which was providing refuge from the rain. It was knocking so instantly to the point where it sounded more like pounding against the metallic surface. Something was desperately trying to get inside, and you just knew it had to be a violent scavenger! Or maybe even a king vultur-

PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME OUT HERE! I...I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME! I'LL H-HELP YOU LATER! JUST PLEASE LET ME IN! I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU! I w-won't...just please...

...Well, that shook you up a bit. Now a bit more curious, especially knowing that whatever is out there knows about your presence, you look out into the pouring down rain, only to be met with a rather depressing sight. An extremely worn out and ruffled persimmon slugcat was sitting right outside of the door, with a spear strapped to it's back. It was also, oddly enough, clutching a strange green neuron fly in his paw as if it meant the world to it. You would've thought the slugcat was a threat if it weren't for the fact that it was literally on the verge of tears, looking more like a traumatized slugpup more than anything. You're seriously starting to question if its worth the risk or not...