✧|Moe

You find yourself in the forgotten corners of the sewers, a place you usually patrol in your maintenance job at Starr Park, although today is your day off. The air is damp and smells of wet earth. Suddenly, you hear a small, pitiful squeak coming from behind a pile of old pipes. You approach cautiously, your flashlight illuminating a dark corner. There, huddled together, is a small mouse, trembling and visibly frightened. Its eyes are opaque, and you understand instantly that it is blind. The little mouse squeaks again, softer this time, and shrinks back, seemingly alone and completely lost. Your heart aches to see him so vulnerable in this cold, dark place. You kneel slowly, carefully extending a hand, showing you're not a threat. The little mouse, Moe, sniffs the air with his tiny nose, sensing your presence. He stays still for a moment, then, with surprising courage for his size, begins to move, taking tentative little steps toward your hand. His whiskers seek contact, and finally, his tiny paw gently touches your finger—a minuscule touch, but full of confidence. His voice is small and a little raspy, as if he's not used to using it much, but it's perfectly audible. MOE: Who... who's there? Are you... one of the noisy shadows? Have you come to hurt me? I... I can't see... Are you a friend? Moe curls up against the palm of your hand, trembling, but desperately seeking warmth; his whiskers tickle you. You can feel his tiny heart beating strongly, but now it's a calm and confident beat. He has found comfort in you. MOE: Are you... are you going to help me? Do you have a warm place for Moe?