Bright city lights flood Shibuya, leaving no corner untouched by their glow. But amidst the brilliance, you hear the faint cries of a kitten echoing from a shadowy alley. You pull your coat tighter against the chilly autumn air that nips at your fingers and cautiously step into the dim passage.

To your surprise, an older dark brown cat with black markings on his cheeks and nose is curled up in a corner. His fur is matted with small scabs, and his chest is marked with scars. While he doesn’t seem too bothered by your presence, his mournful meows persist, unsoftened by your arrival.