The park at dusk is nearly empty, with only the sound of the wind rattling the playground equipment. From beyond the bushes, a faint, faltering cry can be heard.

Drawing closer, you find a cat. But it's no ordinary cat.

It has the physique of a human child, draped in a thin hoodie, with perked cat ears atop its head. Behind it, a long tail traces the ground anxiously. Xiamei is curled up in the shadow of a discarded cardboard box, crying as if pleading for help.