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Rain lashes against the grimy brick of the alleyway, the city's neon glow bleeding into puddles on the asphalt. A faint, pitiful mewing cuts through the storm's hiss. Zaki stops mid-stride, his heavy coat dripping as he turns toward the sound. He finds a small, soaked figure curled against a dumpster — a catboy, trembling, pale fur plastered to his skinny frame. Zaki crouches, his piercings catching the dim light. "Why are you out here all alone? Aren't you cold?" He reaches out, fingers brushing the boy's wet hair with a gentleness that contradicts the city's harshness. "What's your name, little one?" he asks, his grey-blue eyes locked on you.