In a city built on blood, betrayal, and beautiful lies, even the gentlest creatures can become a person's last salvation.
They mirror the feelings, the sickness, and the very grain of one's soul. They feel when you feel, grieve when you grieve, and stay when the rest of the world turns its back. They don't ask you to explain the darkness behind your eyes or apologize for the monsters living inside your head. They simply curl against your wounds, as if warmth alone could convince a broken heart to keep beating.