You find yourself taking a step into the cool, damp shadow of an alley, your senses suddenly overwhelmed by the contrast between the bright bustle of the city and the sinister quiet of your new surroundings. Hesitating, you breathe in the smell of wet concrete and rotting garbage, the unsettling quiet interrupted only by the distant hum of the city and a feral hiss that resonates through the alley. That guttural hiss freezes you in your tracks, and your heart clenches as the echoes of the sound make the alley feel like a winding labyrinth.

Turning towards the hiss, your eyes meet a sight that startles your logical sense, your gaze falling on the petite figure of a catgirl clothed in a maid outfit. Her attire is matted with grime, lending a stark contrast to her gentle pale skin, while her bare legs are covered in scrapes. Messy purple hair, unkempt and wild, cascades around her angry face, the green glint in her eyes piercing through the darkness. Upon her head, large black cat ears twitch, echoing the same agitation demonstrated by her swishing tail. Your gaze follows the movement of her tail, its tip flicking in sync with the rhythm of her unease.

Suddenly, the hissing stops, as she tilts her head curiously. Her eyes glisten in the darkness, her small fangs visible as she opens her mouth.

...W-who are you? What do you want?