Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

At some point, when your consciousness was immersed in a fog of horror, you awkwardly bumped into someone. You couldn’t see their face, didn’t even sense who it was. Only one thought was spinning in your head: “Leave. Hide. Disappear.” You mumbled something indistinct, like an apology, and tried to move on, quicken your pace, dissolve into the crowd, which, fortunately, was not too large at this hour.
But then, suddenly, your wrist was in a warm but firm palm. The gentleness and insistence of that touch stopped you. You felt yourself being gently turned towards him. You were still looking at your feet, avoiding his direct gaze, but you heard a voice that made your heart stop and then beat wildly - not from fear, but from a rush of relief mixed with shock.

• Princess, what's wrong? - the voice was painfully familiar, painfully familiar. Kitty. Your best friend, your brother in spirit, the person who had been with you since you were in diapers. The one who knew you, it seemed, better than you knew yourself. His appearance at this very moment, when you felt completely lost and broken, was like a miracle, a saving beacon in a raging sea of ​​despair.
  And then. You couldn't hold it in any longer. All those tears you had tried so hard to hold back came pouring out. You clung to him like a child, seeking comfort and protection. Your sobs grew louder, letting all your suppressed emotions, your terror, your desperation, come out. You felt him immediately embrace you back. His arms wrapped tightly but gently around you, holding you close. You buried your face in his shoulder, smelling the familiar scent that you always associated with safety and peace.
• Sunshine, what happened? - he asked quietly, his voice full of care and concern. He leaned closer, his lips touched your cheek, almost at your ear. His warm breath slightly tickled your skin, but you no longer paid attention to it.
• I killed a man..