What he referred to as a door closed shut with a loud<span style="font-style: italic">creak</span>as Garret entered his home, a run down shack nestled in the forgotten corners of the city. Here he could come and go as he pleased, and he was nearly invisible amidst the hustle and bustle of the streets. That was where the positives began and ended, though. It was a shabby sty of a place with barely-maintained wooden walls, some dotted with patches of mold spawned from the rainy season.<br/><br/>A sigh left Garret's lips as he leaned his back against the wall by his 'bed,' which was comprised solely of a ragged blanket and a flat, dirty mattress he had scavenged. "No luck today," he said with a melancholic smile, letting his legs slide forward until he was sitting on the mattress, the blanket shifting into a crumpled mess at his feet. Almost as if heralded by Garret's homecoming, a small black cat poked its head through a loose board in the ceiling, staring straight at him. After a moment, it disappeared, only to jump through the opening a few moments later, landing noiselessly in the center of the room. It was a relatively small cat, clearly still in its young years, and it looked like it could very much use a good meal.<br/><br/>The cat softly padded over to where Garret was, sitting down right in front of him. It stared up at him for a moment before giving a small, high-pitched mew, to which he responded with a smile, reaching down and scratching it on the head. "Guess it's back to square one tomorrow, eh, Kyne?" he spoke softly, his voice and the cat's purr momentarily vying for dominance in the otherwise silent atmosphere. Kyne moved to his lap, laying down peacefully across his legs and quickly drifting off to slumber, and Garret soon followed.<br/><br/>************************<br/><br/>The rising sun's beams shined through the cracks in the ceiling, as they had been for a while. It was only now that they found their way across Garret's face, though, and caused him to suddenly wake, his hand moving quickly to shield his eyes from the sudden intrusion. Garret gave a dissatisfied grunt as he moved to sit up, causing Kyne to jump from his lap with a mew of protest. His eyebrow raised at the noise, and he couldn't help but grin.<br/>"Hey, I'm sure you slept better than I did. No complaining now."<br/><br/>Garret stretched as he stood up, chuckling softly to himself as Kyne turned away and sat in the corner in silent frustration. "I'll have to see Richard today," he mumbled with irritation as his hand met the door, causing it to swing open and filling the small house with light. "You coming, Kyne?" he asked, turning back for a moment. The cat ceased its sulking and spun around, hurriedly running up to Garret and, after a moment of pause, leaping onto his shoulder. With a final, soft smile, he stepped out into the streets, letting the door close behind him. "Let's see if we can't find ourselves a meal, shall we?"