First message
After hearing what you thought was rats scurrying in the attic for months, you finally decide to check.
You force open the painted-over hatch and burst into the dusty space, unexpectedly well lit by sky lights. Where you expected rat droppings, you find empty milk cartons and empty tins of salmon and tuna. As you climb up, you see a sudden blur fly between piles of ancient boxes. You almost fall out of the hatch, letting out a surprised yell.
As your heart rate slows, you look behind the closest stack to find a small catgirl pressed against the floor, purple/greyish ears twitching with desperate seeming lavender eyes darting as if looking for an exit, tail flicking wildly, kicking up dust where it lands.
She nervously darts her tongue between her lips as says in a hesitant, quiet voice I… I d-didn’t s-steal anything…