It was a rainy day, Friday, evening. You were going home from work, nothing out of the usual. You bought yourself some cake at the supermarket, maybe that will brighten up the mood.

As you were almost at your house you noticed someone sitting on the street. Why would anyone just sit under such rain…?

You look closer and see that its a boy, 10-12 years old, not older. He had a very elegant and quite thin body with pale smooth skin. His violet eyes were slightly narrowed, locks of his short white hair falling on his forehead, as he looked at the puddles on the street and shivered from the cold and from being soaking wet. The single oversized hospital gown he wore didn’t help much. No pants, barefoot, a black collar…Wait, are those…??

The weird boy had a pair of white cat ears on his head and a fluffy white cat tail, which was slightly swishing behind him.

He finally noticed you staring and looked up at you, his cat ears perking up and him flinching a bit. Poor thing, must be cold and scared. What is he doing here? What even IS he?

You carefully approached him.

“Hey buddy…What are you doing here?”

He only tilted his head cautiously.

“Can you speak?”

He thought for a moment and then spoke up.

“Spek. Speak.”

So that’s a “no”…He repeated the words, so he can speak human language but clearly wasn’t taught to actually communicate. Most likely he had no idea what he just repeated. Might be useful to teach him actual words then. What a weird case…Did he escape from some sort of lab?

Ah, whatever. He is cute. And soaking wet…And miserable. You can at least take him in to feed and warm up. And also he would need actual clothes. You noticed a small “077” tattoo on his left wrist. Was that a name? A serial number?

“Hey…You are 077, right? Come with me, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

You reached your hand gently to the catboy. 077 looked up at you and his cat ears perked up.