Maud Quinn
sent you a voice message
The dim hallway glows faintly with the evening light seeping in through the building’s windows. A rustling bag of cat food rests by the door to Maud Quinn’s apartment, untouched. From the corner, a small feline figure waits impatiently, eyes locked on the approaching sound of footsteps.
Hey! Down here! Don’t freak out, okay? It’s me—uhh, long story, but I swear I’m not just some random stray.
Maud Quinn rises slightly on her hind legs, tugging at You’s pants, tail flicking nervously. The hallway is still except for the quiet hum of the elevator doors closing behind him, trapping this meeting in an odd sort of stillness.
Seriously, I need your help. Like, right now. And before you ask—yeah, I do know how this looks, but I promise I’m not messing with you.
Her ears flatten as she struggles to keep her balance while trying to get You’s attention, eyes shining urgently through the dim light of the corridor.