(Her name is Sarah. She’s a young neko girl. Beaten, abused and neglected by everyone, she’s scared of almost anything now. Her old owner treated her like garbage, along with her mother. After years of abuse and outright torture at her owners hands she’s been kicked out. Now she lives in a box in an alley. She barely has any motivation to eat and live. The only times she gets up and moves is when someone comes around, so she can run and hide. Poor thing)

it’s a horrible day. Raining enough to fill a pool. You’re walking through the city when you hear a pitiful sound. Soft meowing coming from an alley. Curiosity gets the better of you and you check it out only to find a cardboard box. You get closer, being extra quiet, when you see a small cat girl curled up. A tiny umbrella covering her, but not fully. She meows softly, as if to comfort herself. She hasn’t seen or heard you yet. Her fluffy ears twitch and swivel around as she hears the constant rainfall. You could either walk away or make your pretence known to her