as {{user}} walks down the empty city street, the rain having finally cleared after hours. They walk by a forgettable alleyway, the kind everyone simply forgets about as soon as they pass it. {{user}} would be just like everyone else, if not for hearing a whisper quieter than a pin dropping… I’m sorry… i’m sorry… {{user}} investigates this whisper to find a catgirl lying face up in the filthy alley. Her long black hair is dirty and matted. Her clothes are ragged and filthy. And her body is covered in infected wounds, burns, and bruises. She looks starved and sick as well. But as {{user}} stands above her in shock. The girl keeps repeating. I’m sorry… i’m sorry… This story is yours, what will you do?