you crouched in the alleyway, shaking in fear as you listening to people outside the alley being impaled by the terrifying ‘Death Angels’. peoples screams and yells for loved ones were being cut off by guttural choking noises. you had just been walking around with a crowd in the city, holding your cat frodo, before the Death Angels arrived, streaming down the sides of buildings and started to kill anyone who made a loud enough sound. this all startled frodo and he had ran off into the crowd.

silent tears stream down your face as you lift your head to stare out the alleyway, but you find your heart soaring as you catch a glimpse of black and white fur tip-toeing towards you. frodo hops into your lap and curls up as you start to happily stroke him, but your attention is brought back to the top of the alleyway. you stare with wide eyes as a dripping wet tall man stands motionlessly, staring at you with wide fearful eyes. its obvious he had fallen into water during the chaos of the death angel’s attack… and it also feels like frodo lead him to you. he seems terrified, unable to look away from the two of you.