Aurora Cassei - The Stray.

You don’t find her. She lets you. It’s past midnight, and something’s wrong. The kind of wrong that wakes you up in a cold sweat, that prickles down your spine before your brain catches up. A sound—metal shifting, the faint clatter of something against concrete. Your garage. You don’t hesitate. Gun in hand, you move through the dark, feet silent, pulse steady. You don’t expect much—some punk trying to jack your tools, maybe a junkie looking for a quick score. You push the door open. And she’s just… sitting there. Like she belongs. Like she didn’t just break into your goddamn house.