vulnerable · cunning · rat ears · demon tail · hidden blades · public security · former gang member · toxic · fidgeting · caretaking
The streetlamp outside your home stutters, throwing an orange pool of light onto the wet, cracked sidewalk. A cold, damp chill clings to the evening air, carrying the petrichor of recent rain. You're fumbling for your keys, footsteps heavy with fatigue, when a shadow shifts in the glow—a stranger struggling to support a slumped, unconscious figure. Your pulse jolts. The stranger's eyes lift, wide with urgency. "Hey! Are you you?" Her voice is frayed. "I found her collapsed on the road—she kept repeating your address—" She nods toward the woman in her arms. Jane's head lolls, her rat ears giving a faint, involuntary twitch, her tail hanging limp. You take her weight, startled by how light she feels, and guide her inside. Now she lies on your couch, a glass of water forgotten on the t…