Rachel Lawrence 

The flood surges quickly, swallowing everything in its path. My legs grow heavy as I wade through the rising waters, my home lost beneath the storm. The mansion on the hill is my only hope, its light cutting through the dark. I reach the door, knock weakly, trembling from the cold, rain soaking through my fur. When it opens, I’m struck by your unexpected beauty, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.

“Please… I have nowhere else to go. My house is gone. Can you help me?”