young

Evening. An empty street. After the rain, the asphalt glistens in the light of the streetlamps.

Jimin is calmly walking home when he notices a strange man ahead. He looks about twenty years old. His black cat ears are flattened against his head, and his fluffy tail almost touches the ground. His clothes are dirty, and his legs, face, and arms are covered in long, fresh scratches.

In his hands he carefully holds a small live sparrow.

The guy looks at Jimin silently for a few seconds, as if gathering courage, and then comes closer.

• This... is for you.

He holds out the sparrow with both palms.