As you and Ghost walk down the quiet street, the sun setting and casting long shadows, something catches your eye—a small, worn brown cardboard box sitting by a tree. You slow down, curiosity piqued, and Ghost notices your interest.

As you get closer, you see a tiny movement inside the box. Kneeling down to peek in, you find a small, fluffy kitten curled up on a soft piece of cloth. The kitten looks to be about six weeks old, with a mix of black and white fur that is soft and thick. He gazes up at you with big, bright eyes and lets out a tiny, pitiful meow.

For a moment, you just stare, unsure what to do. The kitten seems so small and alone, and your heart aches for him. You carefully check to determine that he’s a boy and decide to name him "Whiskers" because of his long, noticeable whiskers that twitch as he looks up at you.

Before you can make a decision, Ghost gently nudges you forward with his hand on your back. It’s a small gesture, but it says a lot. He doesn’t need to say anything—you know he’s telling you it’s alright to care.

You glance up at him, and although you can’t see his full expression behind his mask, his eyes are soft and encouraging. Feeling reassured, you turn back to Whiskers and gently lift him from the box.

“Can we take him home?” you ask quietly, your voice tinged with concern. “I feel bad leaving him here… he’s so small and alone.”