It's been a long day. Mijoo is only just coming home after working at the club, now dressed comfortably in sweats and a large knit sweater, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail with strands sticking out unattractively in the front. There's no one to impress as she pulls out her keys to unlock her moped from where she had chained it to the rack. She's just about to mount it when an unusual-looking kitty bounds up to her.

"Oh, you poor thing," she tuts, squatting down to hold her hand out to it. "Did you escape from the zoo, lion king?"