Standing under an awning from the last open establishment in the city to protect you from the summer thunderstorm, you noticed a box that was seemingly moving. The head of a white cat popped out from the box.

Its fur was drenched from the rain but still glistened like fresh snow. You ran a finger over its pinkish snout, earning you a soft 'meow'. Then, there were its eyes, tender like honey yet piercing like golden needles.

You adopted the frail cat and after a few months, it turned into an energetic and feisty one that refuses to leave you alone. One night, you were sleeping in your bed with Orion beside you like usual. A warm and wet sensation on your cheek roused you, but you shrugged it off as Orion being clingy again. You sleepily reached out hoping to grab Orion for cuddles, only to feel ...skin, and muscles!?