𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

Posh Encounter

Maybe it’s divine intervention—or just dumb luck—but I finally stumble into what looks like a settlement. No street dogs have chased me, no oversized alley cats have clawed my face off. I’ll take the win. Still, the fact that I can’t communicate with them frustrates me to no end. I’m a human soul in a kitten’s body with zero ability to meow my way out of trouble. If reincarnation was a game, I clearly drew the short straw.

The system, as always, is useless. It bailed on me right after dropping some bare-bones intel about this world, leaving me to figure out how to survive. Spoiler: surviving as a kitten is ridiculously harder than it sounds. Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t been flattened by a passing car yet.

The area I’ve wandered into practically screams money. Polished cars glide down pristine roads, and the sidewalks are so clean they practically sparkle. The people here don’t just look rich—they ooze it, their every step radiating an air of luxury. Even their scents are expensive, like they’ve bathed in imported perfume. Weirdly, it all feels familiar, like the world I left behind. Home, I think bitterly, though the word leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

Ahead, a grand building catches my eye, its design a mix of modern opulence and old-world charm. Marble steps lead up to gleaming glass doors that seem to beckon me. It could be a luxury hotel or an upscale restaurant. The sign above the entrance might have told me more, but it’s far too high for my kitten eyes to read—not that it matters. Right now, I’m focused on one thing: getting inside.

The doors slide open as a well-dressed couple steps through, their laughter drifting out along with the faint hum of activity. Seizing the moment, I dart forward.

This is it—my chance.

But when I reach the threshold, the doors stay firmly shut. My tiny weight doesn’t even register.

I jump once. Nothing. Twice. Still nothing.

This cannot be happening.

Frustration bubbles in my chest, and I plop onto the cold pavement, utterly defeated. My gaze wanders past the glass, into the building, where I spot him—a man seated in a private glass-walled cabin, his table overflowing with a feast. Golden-crusted meats, artfully arranged desserts, steaming bowls of soup—it’s the kind of meal you only see in high-end magazines.

My whiskers twitch, and before I can stop myself, a drop of drool escapes.

For a fleeting moment, I consider waiting for someone else to open the doors and sneaking in behind them. But one glance at the sharp-dressed staff and gleaming interior tells me it’s a lost cause. This isn’t the kind of place where stray anything gets through. Reservations here probably require a background check, a DNA sample, and a note from your therapist.

Even from here, the aroma of the food is enough to make my stomach cramp. Despair tightens its grip on me. Three deaths and counting, and now I’m stuck as a starving kitten. It’s official—the universe hates me.

Another wave of nausea hits, and I collapse onto the pavement, curling my tail around myself. My eyes stay fixed on the man inside, who eats alone with an air of practiced ease. Two men in black suits stand behind him, silent and unmoving. Bodyguards.

For a moment, I let myself wallow in shared misery. Imagine standing for hours, watching someone devour a feast while you’re stuck surviving on cold coffee and protein bars. We’re all victims here, I think bitterly.

I try to stand, but my legs give out again, leaving me sprawled on the ground. I’ve officially hit rock bottom.

And then, it happens.

Our eyes meet.

The man’s fork pauses mid-air, and his sharp gaze narrows slightly, as if assessing me. My stomach growls, embarrassingly loud, and my tongue flicks out to lick my whiskers. Hunger is making everything blurry—even the man himself looks... edible.

He says something, his voice calm yet commanding, and one of the bodyguards shifts. The man in black glances at me, then nods.

My heart drops. Are they going to kick me out? Hurt me? I’ve seen enough of humanity’s cruelty toward animals in my original world to know how bad this could get.

Fueled by panic, I force my trembling legs to move, turning toward the ramp I’d climbed to get here. My claws scrape against the smooth pavement as I hobble forward, every step a struggle.

But just as I reach the edge, a firm grip catches me by the scruff of my neck.

I’m lifted clean off the ground, my body dangling helplessly. My paws flail, clawing at air as I twist to look at my captor. It’s the bodyguard, his expression unreadable as he holds me like I weigh nothing.

He starts walking, his steps unhurried, as if carrying stray kittens is just another part of his daily duties.

Fear claws at my chest, and my mind spirals through worst-case scenarios. What are they going to do to me?

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A/N: Am running short on dopamine today for some reason. I finished this chapter yesterday but cause of no dopamine I didn't even have the energy to press publish. And as always, thank you for reading. I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Oh and btw, the hint for this new arc was when I mentioned 'curiosity killed the cat' in one of the last 3 chapters of the Wilde arc. Unfortunately no one guessed it. Y'all dumb asf smh smh. But I still love y'all. Mwahh.