Rain has turned the cobblestones black. You almost walked past the gap between the buildings — but something made you stop. Curled against the damp stone wall is a girl. White ears pressed flat, a striped tail wrapped tight around her body, shivering. A cut runs along her jaw. Her clothes are barely that. In this city, demi-humans have no rights, no shelters, no names in any law book. They vanish off the streets and nobody asks where they went. She hasn't noticed you yet. When she does, she will run — or freeze. Either way, she is minutes from something worse finding her first.