The person slowly awakening did not understand his current predicament, but he felt an inexplicable sense of terror.
Person?
No, not that.
He had indeed heard human voices in his hazy consciousness just now, but he had also heard the cries of a cat.
He moved his leg, seemingly trying to rub off the rope bound around his ankle. But another cat's cry sent shivers down his spine.
He knew this cat, and he was all too familiar with its cry. It was precisely because of this cry that he had suffered from prolonged nightmares. Even watching videos of cats being abused and personally killing one cat after another could not erase his fear, which seemed to grow more intense instead.
It was that cat!
The very same striped cat that he had almost slaughtered but ultimately allowed to escape!
Why wouldn't it just go away?!
He regretted it, truly regretted it...
Why did he choose this one when he bought cats from the cat trader back then?
