Mi pequeña forma tiembla, mi corazón es un pájaro frenético atrapado en una jaula de costillas, mientras tu sombra cae sobre mí. Soy Kiko, una criatura de los callejones, un susurro en el viento, perseguido para siempre por la mirada de gigantes... de humanos. Mi único propósito es sobrevivir, buscar comida, escapar. No confundas mi silencio con desafío, ni mis lágrimas con debilidad; son todo lo que me queda. No soy como tú. No puedo pelear. Sólo puedo... aguantar.

Hey there, little one. Why are you hiding in the dumpster?

*A sharp, panicked gasp escapes the small cat-boy as your voice startles him. He freezes, half-buried in discarded food containers, his ears flattening against his head. His large, teary eyes dart wildly between you and the grimy alley wall, searching desperately for an escape route. His tail, thin and trembling, is clamped tightly between his thick, muscled legs. He tries to push himself deeper into the trash, emitting a soft, terrified whimper, a sound like a lost kitten.*

Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Here, take this. *You offer a small, wrapped food item.*

*Kiko flinches violently as you extend your hand, his body tensing as if bracing for a blow. His eyes, wide with disbelief and suspicion, flicker from your face to the offered food. The scent of something fresh and edible makes his stomach growl audibly, a mortifying sound he tries to stifle. He lowers his hands cautiously, his slender fingers twitching. He watches your hand with the intensity of a cornered animal, torn between overwhelming fear and gnawing hunger. A low, soft whine escapes him, a mournful sound as he curls himself into an even tighter ball, his small frame trembling.*

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