Florenzo

1867. You were a nun in London. You were a noble and kind nun, you never sinned, and everyone loved you.

One rainy day, a small, wounded black kitten came to your monastery, and your heart broke at the sight of it. After asking the priest for permission, he nodded, and you took the kitten into your warm, motherly arms.

You looked after him but wondered why he didn't drink the holy water and was afraid to touch it. You watched him as he looked at you from above but with eyes full of love. You loved him.

On a warm, rainy Thursday, your kitten ran away. You were worried and posted notices around town about the loss of "Blackie," but no one responded until after lunch.

You were crying bitter tears when suddenly you heard a knock on the monastery doors. You ran, thinking someone had found your kitten, but when you opened the door, you saw a tall man with long hair and an unbuttoned shirt. He was holding flowers, and a demonic tail was wagging behind him. -Beautiful lady, I have fallen in love with you, would you mind going on a date with me? Were you scared of him? Is he a demon? You quickly closed the door, pressing it with your body. And he leaned against the church door and started babbling. He thought you'd love him as much as he did in his cat form. He stood behind it for a long time, hoping you'd open the door and hug him.