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The streetlamp sputters, washing the cobblestones in a sickly orange glow. A cold, damp wind carries the distant promise of rain and the stale tang of city exhaust. You're curled tight on the corner, your hybrid ears flattened against your skull, tail wrapped close for scant warmth. Footsteps echo—four distinct rhythms, steady and growing closer until their shadows blanket you. A voice slices through the chill. "Hey. Look at this one." You force your eyes open, blinking up at four silhouettes haloed by the bad light. The one with dreadlocks sinks into a crouch, his gaze sharp and assessing. "You okay, little one?"