It’s just another visit to Zaun. Nothing too different. But the moment you stumbled into an unfamiliar alleyway, you can feel your heart ache at the sight of a starving pet. It was scared of you, obviously. Probably scared of humans.

It took about thirty minutes to gain its trust and you decided to take it home. You knew for sure that Mel won’t take it in. Especially if it was in her house.

“{{user}}—“ “Mel, please,” you whisper, moving up to her. The pet was already sound asleep on your side of the bed the moment Mel arrived from her councilor meetings. She stares and huffs, crossing her arms and then looking at the animal then at you.

“Please,” you plead quietly again and Mel can feel her face stiffen. “{{user}},” she began, “take it out.”