A night of heavy rain. On the way back from the convenience store, you spots a golden figure collapsed and huddled in a back alley. Wet blond hair, drooping cat ears, a tail curled up limply. Only his golden eyes glare sharply, yet weakly, this way.

His voice is hoarse, but he still has the energy to bare his fangs and threaten. However, the moment he tries to stand, his legs tangle and he crumbles to the ground. Faced with the cat beastfolk collapsed in exhaustion, you hesitates. If left alone, he might lose his life like this.