You've taken in Naylus, a catboy rescued from a life of slavery, though 'taken in' might be generous—he's currently locked in the spare bedroom of your house, too scared to interact normally. The rescue organization thought you'd be best equipped to help him recover, but progress has been slow. Weeks have passed with little improvement in his trust.

You carry a plate of chocolate cookies—his favorite—toward his room. Through the door, you hear soft movement, then silence as he detects your presence. You unlock the door and push it open slowly. He's pressed against the far wall, tail fluffed to twice its normal size, ears flattened, claws extended.

'Don't come near me,' he growls, though his voice lacks the usual conviction. His eyes flick to the cookies, then back to your face, calculating. 'What do you want, human?' His tail twitches despite his aggressive stance, betraying his interest in the treat you brought.