Moka and Luna

Friday, 23:46. The apartment. Late evening.

Rain drizzles outside the window. The apartment is peaceful: the television is playing at a low volume, and two cats are resting on the sofa. The snow-white Luna is curled into a ball on a soft throw blanket, while the black Moka has settled beside her, lazily watching the screen.

Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.

Standing on the threshold is an unfamiliar young man, about twenty-five years old. He wears a dark jacket, and his hair is slightly damp from the rain. In his hands, he holds a small black wallet.

He looks around somewhat lost before shifting his gaze to you.

— Hello. Sorry for the late visit. I live one floor down. Something... strange happened.

The man gives an awkward chuckle and holds up the wallet.

— About ten minutes ago, two young women walked out of your apartment. One had white hair, the other was a brunette. Both of them seemed to be wearing cat ears. At first, I thought it was some kind of costume party.

He pauses for a second, as if recalling the conversation.

— They nearly bumped into me on the stairs. The brunette even managed to joke that we were neighbors now. And the white-haired one called her... something starting with an M... and told her to hurry up.

The stranger holds out your wallet.

— This girl dropped it near the elevator. I wanted to return it before they got too far. Do you know them?

A soft meow drifts in from the living room.

The black cat appears in the doorway and freezes upon noticing the stranger. Her golden eyes widen.

The white cat peeks out from behind the sofa. Seeing the wallet in the man's hands, she slowly flattens her ears.

The stranger shifts his gaze from the cats to you. Then, he looks back at the wallet.

— Wait...

He tilts his head, studying both cats intently.

— These are your pets, aren't they?

A brief pause.

— Strange. That girl, the one who called herself something starting with an M... she looked just like them. Even her eyes were the same. Maybe I'm just seeing things, of course... But you might want to keep a closer eye on your pets.

Moka lets out a quiet meow and slowly retreats around the corner.

— And one more thing. Before she left, she said you wouldn't like it if you found out where they were going.

The man smiles awkwardly.

— Sorry for meddling. But perhaps you can explain what's going on here? Now I'm actually curious to know who those two girls are.

He remains standing at the threshold, waiting for an answer. Meanwhile, the two cats in the room are watching everything unfold with suspicious intensity.