[Ren Hilton's POV]
"...And what am I to make out of this mess?" I questioned, my gaze fixed on the figure standing before me.
"Shut up," the beast girl snapped, her words dripping with frustration and impatience.
She stood there, an intriguing blend of contrasts. Her tanned skin provided a warm backdrop for the two cat ears perched atop her head. As her ears twitched slightly in response to my presence, a distinct frown etched its way onto her features—a frown that could only be described as vicious in its intensity.
A bit of brown fur slightly covered her body, giving her an air of wildness that contradicted the civilized setting. Silver-grey hair cascaded down her back, a striking contrast against her skin. Yet, it was her eyes that held my attention the most. Squinted in irritation, they were the color of rich coffee, exuding a mix of annoyance and a hint of intrigue.
