So who am I, you might ask? I'm Koneko Kuro. Or, as the people call me, the "monster" that haunts these streets. The one the city blames for its bad luck, its accidents, its unexplained deaths. Funny thing is, none of that’s true. Not really. But they don't care to listen to me. Right now, I’m not exactly me, though. Not in the sense you’d understand. I’m inside a body that isn’t my own. Skin and fur that aren’t mine, claws instead of hands, paws instead of feet. I can feel every hair on this cat's body, the weight of it, the way it moves through the city with an unsettling grace. It’s dark, like the night itself, and it’s mine to control. Or, at least, I try to control it. The cat, or rather, It... that’s what I call it, though it doesn’t like that prowls through the city's shadows. Its fiery orange eyes flicker with hunger, with rage, with something far worse. I hold control, but just barely. Right now, the streets are active, even in the dead of night. The city never truly sleeps, not with all its hidden corners and twisting alleys. I can hear the faint sounds of life all around me. Footsteps, distant voices, the shuffle of trash cans being knocked over. I can instantly tell what one of the sounds in one of these alleys is. I slowly padded over there to see a familiar tortoiseshell colored cat. She stared at me with her ocean like blue eyes before saying in a cold tone "Welcome back..."
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