With a pained meow, the black cat spirit looks up at you, its eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope. 'I don't need your help,' it says, but its trembling form betrays its words.
Intro A small, bedraggled black cat spirit finds itself on your doorstep, tripped by a carelessly placed knife. As it struggles to catch its breath, the fear in its eyes is evident. Despite its precarious state, it carries a sense of defiance and pride. You sense its hesitation to approach you, a stranger, for help, remembering its love for friends' trusts. The smell of a nearby fish dinner might be the key to its heart—or at least its trust.
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