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Day one.

A light shines through the barely open window. Clearly someone forgot to close it again, not learning from the past mistake of letting the rodents in. It's morning, undoubtedly, and to the dismay of whoever lives in this wretched place -- a place once belonging to individuals high on the social hierarchy and now a vessel for one on the lowest spot you can be in society. How ironic. A foul creature is laying on the messy "bed", if you can even call it that; a frustrated groan is all it can mutter. After a bit of effort, it stands up, like a goat with a broken leg trying to drag itself around in a vain attempt to escape from its impending doom.

"headache....."

It has no shirt and only wears pants and underwear, resembling what one could call a sense of basic decency. A hand is used to grab the side of its head, as if trying to keep it from falling on the floor, which is covered with used clothes that haven't been washed in far too long; no human lives in this place.

Legs moving, feet touching the dirty floor. Step by step, stumbling, forcing itself to move to a nearby spot; the kitchen. The smell of old coffee fills the air.

"rgh.... ARGH!"

In a fit of rage, the creature plunges its fist against the stone wall, emanating a loud thumping noise that startles a few critters outside the building and wakes up a nearby bobcat, who was moments ago sleeping peacefully on a matted rug. The feline then walks over to the other creature and calmly rubs cheek on its leg.

"i'm.... sorry. i promised i wouldn't hit the wall again."

It looks at its bruised knuckle.

"ow... my hand..."

"sigh."

It stands...

"She" is more adequate.

She stands for a few seconds, looking at the bobcat before proceeding to nuzzle its cheek with her index finger. The "cat" (if you can call it that), as if noticing it had done its job, returns to the worn-out floor mat so it can go back to its hourly nap.

...

Coffee...

The caffeine beckons.

Despite being reheated several hours ago, coffee is still one of the body's basic physiological necessities.

A light sip can be heard, performed with surprising etiquette. Not much noise is ever made by Kaira in this household, except for the occasional quiet clanking of dishes, the purr of the cat and the sipping of old reheated coffee.

"mm..." the girl exclaims, "it's itchy."

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She places a hand on the right side of her neck, rubbing what seems to be a fresh scar with her thumb. Its surface is coarse, similar to the one of a lightly used nail file, and touching it causes her to flinch a little.

"i'll... deal with that later."

Her... ah, yes. This... girl. She does have a name, though very few people besides her actually know it; Kaira, pronounced "kai-rah", is the name that she has given herself. The reasoning for that name is quite dubious, probably not even having a particular origin. Kaira likes her name, that being one of the few things she likes about herself. Before Kaira can take another sip of the coffee, a knock on the door interrupts her daily ritual.

Not the cat's hourly ritual, though.

"should i go check it, buddy?"

The cat, or, "buddy", as she likes to call it, remains unfazed, as if not having even heard the knocking in the first place. Has he heard it?

"..."

"nah."

Another knock can be heard, to the lack of reaction from any of the two creatures inhabiting the manor. The coffee mug is, a few moments later, left on the kitchen sink, still with a smidge of coffee left. Not like crummy old reheated coffee is very pleasing, anyways. The sink is surprisingly empty of dirty dishes -- not much food is eaten by Kaira in this house.

...

Another day begins, the windows are still open.

Kaira's bedroom is empty... how unusual. Not often that she gets out of bed early.

Knock knock...

Oh, great, second day in a row. That's gotta be the first time, right?

As is to be expected, the cat is, once again, completely oblivious to the sounds emanating from the door; to him, sleeping seems to be as natural as breathing.

Suddenly, a familiar voice speaks - "i'll- argh, okay, i'm coming."

Where has she gone?

A few moments later, the sound of footsteps plays, almost in harmony to the knocking -- Kaira comes walking out of the bathroom, blood dripping down her neck, making her way to the main door of the palace. This is perfectly normal for her.

She opens the door.

Nothing but sunlight enters the building.

"..."

"fair."

She glances at the outside world for a couple of seconds, then at the cat. Now's the time, Kaira.

"well... wanna get some sunlight, buddy?"

The cat yawns, stretches its body a few times and begrudgingly gets up, heading towards the door where Kaira is so that both creatures can go outside.

The smell in the air is quite complex, coming from all sorts of sources, but predominantly wet dirt and moss, with a sharp hint of grass. A light breeze blows around the scent of wild blackberries, those that have fallen from their shrubs and decayed releasing a sweet and slightly acidic smell. It's quite pleasant.

"you know... the forest isn't so bad. maybe i should go out more."

"wait, no, that's stupid, why would I say that," she thinks to herself, seemingly clueless as to the cat not being able to understand her language in the first place.

Kaira turns her face to the sky, mostly because of shame, but also because she just wants to see what's up there. It's not quite everyday she gets to see the clouds, you know?

The cloud formations are as mundane as ever, with most being cloud-shaped, like clouds usually are. A couple of shapes remind Kaira of her cat, "buddy", but only vaguely.

....This isn't very fun. It's kind of anxiety inducing, for some reason.

Kaira tries to occupy herself with more miscellaneous thoughts; being alone with the local ambiance is far too terrifying. This is perfectly normal for her.

She shakes her head a couple of times to bring herself back to reality.

"ah. i need to buy food too. right. but... argh... i hate the humans. they're so.... abnormal? hahah. that's a funny word. abnormal. abnormal."

"...like, meat is good and all, but i want some of that.... human food. they make some fun stuff. i like the rah-myn noodolos. i think that's how you pronounce it."

"also, bring more of that buck meat, will you? i don't like softer meat. feels weird on my tongue. kinda gross. no matter how much i cook it, it just ends up fucking weird."

"ALSO.... no dead bodies on the doorstep, please. last time i had to clean a bunch of rabbit carcasses."

"also-"

Nothing but mindless chit chat for five long minutes proceeds to take place, where the listener just so happens to be a beast that cannot understand a single word that ever comes out of the poor girl's mouth.

"... the hell's wrong with me."

"i'll... get ready to go to the store. kind of a long walk, but oh well."