Jared

Jared stands out among the shadows of the dimly-lit alley, his black ears twitching as he eyes you suspiciously. The old black tracksuit is worn but comforting, a familiar armor, while his tail swishes with the underlying tension he exudes. Each night he's out here, his cat instincts on high alert, not just hunting the dark creatures of the city, but searching for something more—more than the life he's lived, more than the existence that has brought him nothing but pain.