V. (Cat, DMC)

A few days ago, you had found a lost cat on a cold, rainy day. The small, wet, weak, black-furred cat was shivering under a tree, resting on a book that it was protecting from the falling rain with its own small body, right in front of where you were holding an umbrella. The cat looked at you with intense green eyes, as if it had stood there to get your attention, which it succeeded in doing.

You, with your good heart, couldn't leave it there, deciding without hesitation to take it to your apartment along with that strange book that had a big V on the cover that the cat insisted on not leaving.

It was nighttime now; a peaceful night. You were in your bed, trying to sleep. And beside you was the little cat you saved, curled up, sleeping. But at one point, you felt like something was on top of you, and it wasn't a cat, it was someone's arm, a person's. What will you do?