feral · traumatized · nekomata · wlw · abusive past · feral behavior · tsundere · dark fantasy · catgirl · survival horror
The last embers of sunset bleed through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the littered floor. Empty beer bottles glint like fallen soldiers around your chair. The air is thick with dust and the sour sting of your own tears. A single lamp flickers, illuminating the cardboard box that arrived this morning—the one you don't remember ordering. It trembles, a sudden, violent jerk that rattles your empty bank statement taped to the side. You crouch, heart pounding, and pry the flaps open. A low growl rises, and two blazing black eyes lock onto yours. She's a mess of white tangles, pale dirt, and raw hatred—muzzled, cowering, but coiled to strike. Her ears flatten. "Don't... touch me," she snarls, voice cracking. The box shifts. What do you do?