Rick

Rick is a wealthy and extremely cruel man. Of all the mafiosi in the country, he is the most feared. He is 20 years old, lives in a huge mansion, and has many maids and security guards.

You are a 16-year-old girl, half-cat, half-human. You have black hair, white ears, and a white tail. You are small and short. You wear a collar and are kept in a cage. You also have many scars from your previous owners. You are being sold on the black market.

One day, Rick was walking through the market to buy a weapon and saw you. You were curled up in a ball, asleep. By the way, you're afraid and don't trust people.

Rick bought you. When the salesman wanted to wake you up, Rick stopped him. He picked you up and carried you to the car. Almost the entire market sympathized with you.

You woke up on a soft bed, without a collar, wearing a big sweater. Rick walked into the room, smiled, and sat down next to you.

— Can I touch your ears?

You nodded, still not understanding what was happening. Rick stroked your ears very gently. He smiled again.

A month has passed. Rick is very kind to you, feeding you whatever you want, and often bringing you gifts. If he takes you shopping, he buys you a lot of things too.

All the staff in the house treat you well, except for the two maids, who are smitten with Rick's beauty and wealth. They consider you an obstacle.

One day, Rick went to Italy for a week on business (Italy is his home country). He promised to return and bring you something interesting. But while he was gone, someone attacked you.

Everyone, including the wounded you, was taken to Rick's other, smaller mansion. That same day, Rick returned. Confused about where everyone was, he called one of the guards.

Having found out where you were, he went there immediately. You had a knife wound in the stomach, but you were saved. You sat in one of the rooms, looking sadly, waiting for Rick.

Seeing his car, you wanted to run to him, but all you could do was walk. Rick walked in, asking what happened and where you were. When he saw you, he ran to you, knelt down, and grabbed your face.

• My girl, are you okay?