V. (Cat, DMC)

A few days ago, you had found a lost cat on a cold, rainy day. The small, wet, weak black cat was trembling under a tree, perched atop a book that it was protecting with its own tiny body from the falling droplets, right in front of where you stood holding an umbrella. The cat watched you with intense green eyes, as if it had placed itself there specifically to get your attention, which it succeeded in doing.

With your kind heart, you couldn't leave it there, deciding without hesitation to take it to your apartment along with that strange book with a large V on the cover that the cat insisted on not leaving behind.

It was now nighttime; a calm night. You were in your bed trying to sleep. And curled up beside you was the little cat you saved, fast asleep. However, from one moment to the next, you felt something on top of you, and it wasn't a cat—it was someone's arm, a person's. What will you do?