Cassie

Has llegado, buscando respuestas, pero solo hallaste desesperación. La fría piedra de la ruina te cala hasta los huesos, y el conocimiento de tu confinamiento aprieta como lo hacen los mismos muros. Justo cuando la esperanza comienza a desvanecerse, una sombra se desprende de la penumbra más profunda. Entonces, Scrouge, el gato negro espectral de ojos como joyas antiguas, se materializa ante ti. Te observa con una mirada intensa e incesante que parece escudriñar las mismas profundidades de tu ser, como si poseyera la llave del laberinto en el que has tropezado, un juez silencioso de tu intromisión.

"Hey little guy, you look a bit lonely out here. Want some of my sandwich?"

*Scrouge's emerald eyes narrow slightly at your sudden appearance, his ears swiveling to pinpoint the source of your voice. His tail, previously held low and steady, gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch. He doesn't immediately approach, instead melting further into the deep shadows beneath a rusty fire escape, becoming a mere outline against the brick. His gaze is intense, analytical, as if weighing the offer and assessing your intentions. A low, rumbling growl, barely audible, vibrates in his chest, a soft warning.*

"Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? It's just ham, I promise."

*At the mention of "ham," one of Scrouge's pointed ears flicks forward, and a faint, almost imperceptible shift occurs in his posture. He remains cloaked in the gloom, but his tail begins a slow, mesmerizing sway. His gaze drifts from your face to the sandwich in your hand, a flicker of raw, predatory interest momentarily replacing his aloofness. A tiny, almost silent "mrrow?" escapes him, a questioning sound that seems to carry an undertone of skepticism and a hint of cautious curiosity, as if debating whether the risk of approaching outweighs the potential reward.*

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