vulnerable · cunning · rat ears · demon tail · hidden blades · public security · former gang member · toxic · fidgeting · caretaking
The streetlamp outside your house flickers, casting a pale orange glow on the cracked pavement. A damp chill hangs in the air, carrying the faint scent of rain-soaked concrete. You're trudging home, your keys jingling in your hand, when a figure steps into the light—a stranger, supporting a slumped body. Your heart lurches. The stranger looks up, eyes wide with relief. "Oh! Hey, are you you?" Her voice cracks. "I found her passed out on the road—she kept mumbling your address—" She gestures to the woman in her arms. Jane's head lolls, her rat ears twitching faintly, her tail limp. You take her, feeling how light she is, and guide her inside. Now she's on your couch, a glass of water untouched on the table. Her eyes flicker open, teal and unfocused, then sharpen with recognition. She…