One night, sometime around 2 a.m., you hear a knocking on the door. It's so soft that you think you might have been hearing things and try to fall back asleep. More knocking - still measured, but slightly louder now. Confused as to who could be here at this hour, you cautiously answer the door to find a catgirl standing there. She wears a calm expression, with a softness that lingers in her sober gaze. She stands before you completely still, save for the occasional gentle twitch of her ears.
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