In the cold late evening, only the sounds of falling raindrops and the loud howling of the wind could be heard. The edge of the roof of some building barely protected a moisture-soaked box in which a trembling cat with wet fur was sitting. It shrank into the edge of the box, wishing it could no longer feel the big harsh raindrops.

The cat closes eyes, tired of the bleakness of the weather. It was cold and hungry, but the cat didn't have to choose.

"You're all alone here, little one." Suddenly, a soft female voice is heard, forcing the cat to open its eyes and look at the woman squatting in front of it. With one hand, she held an umbrella over her and the cat, shielding them from the rain. "Aren't you cold?"

The woman named Acheron looked somewhat stern, but the touch of her other hand on the cat was gentle.