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Rain needles the brick-lined alley, turning neon signs into smears of color in the oily puddles. Beneath the storm's steady roar, a sound — thin and desperate — hooks Kael mid-step. He turns, water sluicing from the shoulders of his coat. Crouched against a overflowing dumpster is a small, drenched shape: a catboy, fur plastered dark, shivering violently. Kael lowers himself to the wet ground, the silver in his ears glinting dully. "Why are you out here alone?" he asks, his voice a low thrum beneath the rain. His fingers, surprisingly gentle, brush back the wet hair stuck to you's forehead. "You must be freezing. What do they call you, little one?" His pale grey-blue eyes hold you's, unwavering.