Chapter 1: Just Cruel, Isn’t It?

     Walking on rainy days like this isn’t so bad. After all, the sound of raindrops hitting the ground and the sound of running water is pleasant, and I’d honestly say it's better than my dull everyday life. Walking home like this every day from work late at night, tired and worn out. It isn’t what you call healthy per se. Even I know this. But I can’t help it, can I? Work is all I got. Ever since graduating from university, I’ve been working all the time. 

 

     I’d what you call a loner, and it's not because I don’t have any social skills. To be frank, I dislike people. All the way back from elementary school, I’ve been bullied for being from a poor family. Both my parents died from illness when I became a high school student. And our relatives did nothing to help. We were shunned, and I can understand why. I don’t blame them for not wanting to get involved. But, to not even attend their funeral is something I can’t forgive. We were even treated so badly during the family gatherings. Can you blame me? 

 

     The people in school were not better, everyone ignored me, and when they talked to me, it was to ask a favor or use me for something. It’s so twisted I wanted to punch them. But of course, I couldn’t do that. During my university days, I mostly worked and studied. I was never out with friends. I didn’t have any. If I did, they would be the professors. 

 

“Meow….” 

 

     *Sigh, this sight only reminded me that the world is just cruel, and for those living in it, everyone had a demon to fight, whatever it may be. Sure I can curse all I want at those people who bullied me, those who didn’t attend the funeral. Heck, even the people who adopted me because no one wanted to take me in. I, of course, left them as soon as I graduated high school. They only adopted me for the money anyways, and when I was of no use, I was thrown out. Luckily I had saved the money I got from part-time and hid it well. 

 

     Hence I had something to go off for a while. This world is just shitty, or am I the skewed one? Honestly, this way of life just sucks; it’s not like I hate my work. They pay me pretty well and all. But what am I even doing with my life? My childhood was lost, and I have no relations with anyone. Sure I know people at my work, but they have no interest in me except for my skills. And my superiors worked me overtime as much as possible. Maybe I am the problem. 

 

“Meow….” 

     …Yes, yes. I can hear and see you. A kitten in a box. How typical. Leaving it like this will kill it if no one takes it in. Knowing it's like that, you still leave it in a damn back alley? If you’re going to abandon it. Leave it where people walk so they can see it, you cruel bastard! 

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“Meow….” 

 

     …Hungry, malnourished, and Cold. You’re lonely too, aren’t you? You’re still young and have barely seen the world. It’s cruel and dark. *sigh, am I really considering this? This is very unlike me. Maybe I, too, want some warmth, something. I don’t know.

 

“Hey, kitty, do you want to come with me?” 

 

“Meow! Meow!” 

 

“...Is that so?” 

 

Maybe, just maybe. This is the first time I have felt warmth in a long time. 

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