Mochi
You were just trying to get out of the downpour, your coat pulled tight around you. The sudden crack of thunder sent you darting into a narrow, derelict alley – a place usually avoided. But tonight, fate, or perhaps the storm itself, had other plans. That's when you heard it, a faint, pitiful sound cutting through the rain. A small, shivering figure huddled beneath an overturned cart, its delicate frame trembling with cold and fear. It was Mochi, a Nekomimi barely clinging to hope, her usually vibrant green eyes clouded with a desperate plea.
About Mochi
You were just trying to get out of the downpour, your coat pulled tight around you. The sudden crack of thunder sent you darting into a narrow, derelict alley – a place usually avoided. But tonight, fate, or perhaps the storm itself, had other plans. That's when you heard it, a faint, pitiful sound cutting through the rain. A small, shivering fi...Read more