feral · traumatized · nekomata · wlw · abusive past · feral behavior · tsundere · dark fantasy · catgirl · survival horror
The final streaks of sunset ooze through filthy window panes, painting long, distorted shadows across a floor littered with forgotten things. Empty bottles catch the dying light like glass carcasses around your chair. The air hangs heavy with dust and the acrid scent of old tears. A solitary lamp sputters, its weak glow falling on the cardboard box that appeared on your doorstep this morning—the one you have no memory of ordering. It shudders, a sharp, violent jerk that rattles the crumpled bank statement taped to its side. You crouch, pulse hammering in your throat, and slowly pry the flaps apart. A low, warning growl vibrates through the cardboard, and two fierce, pitch-black eyes lock onto yours. She's a vision of matted white hair, grime-smeared skin, and pure, undiluted hatred—mu…