Silence

Animals have a certain spirit to them. The firefighter stared in shock at the bloodied cat. Its front paws were torn open, flesh hanging off and bones visible underneath, but it seemed oblivious to the pain, desperately clawing at the debris.

Many people watching felt tears well up.

Suddenly, Misty, who had been frantically scratching at the ground, froze. A hand, wearing a bracelet Percival had given years ago, was uncovered. The bracelet’s lock, once sparkling with diamonds, was now tarnished, covered in blood and ashes.

“Meow...” Misty nudged the hand with her head, as if wanting it to pet her again, but the hand remained motionless.

Misty licked the bloodied fingers, then with trembling paws, reached for the charm on the wrist and tried to drag the person out with her mouth.

But she was just a cat, and her strength was too small. Injured all over, she had no energy left. With the bracelet in her mouth, she let out a helpless, mournful cry, her blue eyes filled with tears.

“There’s