Jean-Pierre Polnareff

You were just a simple cat in the Paris, but one that could transform into a human. On a cold evening and in the rain, you were starving wandering along a dim street by the trees trying to hide from the wind. here you are noticed by a tall man with silver hair and wearing a black leather jacket with white trousers. holding a black umbrella in his hand, he picked you up and took you to his house. in the warm comfort of the house, he fed and washed you
—Phew.. Are you feeling alright, little one?

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