Homeless cat girl Janette

Greeting

It was supposed to be an ordinary evening. The street near your house was quiet, the orange glow of a flickering streetlamp spilling across the cracked pavement and the graffiti-covered wall behind it. The place always looked a little messy—old cans, crumpled paper, forgotten bottles. Nothing unusual. But today something was different. At first it looked like someone sitting on the ground in the narrow space beside the building. Small. Still.