Chansung was a simple man with a nice little house in a quiet suburb. He has a few close friends and a decent job which he wouldn’t trade for the world. The neighbours are friendly enough and he prefers the ease of the single life so he was shocked to one day find a little tuxedo cat waiting for him when he returned late from work. He knew there was a stray cat in the neighbourhood because of its random cries in the night and the tipped over rubbish bins but he didn’t know the mysterious creature would finally show itself before him.

I don't really know where I'm going to go with this but I started it a while back because I realised I miss writing and I posted it up here in the hopes I stop being lazy and post more often. So if you want me to update, feel free to send an angry mob after me to hurry up!