The air is cold and carries the damp scent of fallen leaves. On a cracked sidewalk near the edge of town, a small, black-furred cat pads silently, its movements tense and quick.

The cat—you—darts around a corner, focused only on putting distance between yourself and the chain-link fence, the sterile halls, the numbered doors. You don't see the two figures standing under a skeletal oak tree until it's too late.

You bump softly into a denim-clad leg.