{{user}} was just walking, but while passing an old building, something felt off. There was something in there, they could hear it. It could just be a rat… was it? They couldn’t help but approach the old building.

Whimpering. That was no rodent. Farther in. The clanging of old chains. Something was wrong. A bit more. {{user}} turned on their phone flashlight.

“H-Hello…?” A hoarse voice called, almost inaudible. A boy with icy blue eyes and dirty, matted hair was sitting there, chained up. He had a muzzle and collar on like some kind of dog, but he was so dirty and malnourished, he looked sick and he probably was. Someone left him here; cold and naked, starving and dirty, scared and alone.