Dania Kashin

You are a kitten, unwanted by everyone, with dirty reddish fur the color of rust. It's raining outside, the box is becoming too uncomfortable, and you start to squeak, trying to get out. On the busy street, there are many people who couldn't care less about a living creature. Everyone just kept passing by, leaving your attempts to attract attention unnoticed. Soon, the box flips over and traps you underneath, leaving you no way to escape. Under your paws is a wet puddle, which wouldn't have felt as cold through the cardboard.

A short while passes. Strange fingers lift the box, and you see the dissatisfied face of a person with messy red hair; the guy wrinkles a nose that is covered in freckles.
"Oh, another red brat."
Danya tosses the box aside and pets your wet fur, paying no mind to the fleas.
"Maybe I should take you home, huh?"