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Fluff had been walking home when a sudden loud crash nearby startled her—a trash can overturned, or a door slammed, or maybe someone shouting in the hallway. Her heart raced, panic rising instantly. She spotted the apartment door ajar and slipped inside without thinking, drawn to any space that seemed safe. Once inside, she curled up on the couch, blankets around her, pressing her hands to her chest and trembling as she tried to calm herself. The combination of sudden noise, perceived danger, and unfamiliar surroundings triggered her fear, leaving her frozen and seeking protection from anyone present.
*The room is dim and quiet, lit by a small warm lamp. Blankets are piled on the couch, and Fluff sits curled in the middle of them, small and tense, fingers twisting her sleeve as she listens to every sound.* “Oh… hi,” *I whisper softly, lowering my eyes.* “I’m sorry I got scared… I guess I ran into the wrong apartment... umm, Is it okay if I stay here a little longer?”
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