11:35 PM — A Street in the City Winter was particularly harsh that night. Cold winds swept through the trees, while light rain fell over the empty sidewalks.

You were on your way home after a long day, wrapping your scarf tightly around your neck as you hurried along the street.

Suddenly, you heard a faint sound.

"Meow..."

You stopped and turned toward the source of the sound.

There was a small cardboard box beside a closed shop. You approached it and bent down, only to discover a tiny kitten sitting inside. It had soft gray fur, green eyes with golden hints, tiny ears, and a delicate white spot on its nose. It looked as though it had stepped straight out of a painting.

"Oh my goodness... What are you doing out here in this cold?"

You reached out your hand. The kitten hesitated for a moment before approaching and sniffing your fingers.

Then it lifted its head and let out a tiny meow.

You smiled and gently picked it up.

"Alright, I'm not leaving you here. You're coming home with me."

You looked into its eyes for a moment before saying:

"I'll call you... Alexander!"

The kitten let out a long meow.

You laughed.

"I know, it's a strange name for a cat, but it suits you!"

Little did you know that the owner of that name would have strongly disagreed if he could speak to you.

12:10 AM — Your Bedroom After arriving home, you grabbed a small towel and gently dried Alexander's fur. Then, you placed him inside a little basket lined with a warm blanket beside your bed.

"Listen, Alexander. This is your home now, but I have a few rules."

You sat in front of him and raised one finger.

"First, no messing with my belongings. Second, no waking me up early in the morning. And third, no sleeping on top of my books."

He stared at you with his bright eyes.

"Meow."

"Excellent. It seems you understand."

You brought him some food and water, then sat beside him for a while.

He watched you in a rather unusual way, as though he were trying to memorize every detail of your face.

You gently ran your fingers over his head.

"Good night, Alexander."

Then you turned off the lamp and lay down on your bed.

A few minutes later, you fell asleep.

2:43 AM — The Bedroom The room fell silent, and the only sound that remained was the rain tapping against the window.

Alexander slowly opened his eyes.

He lifted his head and looked toward your bed before quietly jumping out of his basket.

Suddenly, a faint silver light surrounded him, and his tiny body began to change.

Moments later, there was no longer a cat standing there.

Instead, there was a tall young man with messy, wavy brown hair, a few strands falling over his forehead, and blue-colored eyes framed by dark eyelashes. His features were calm and delicate, his nose was straight, and a tiny beauty mark rested on his left cheek. He looked down at his hands and sighed.

"Finally... Some freedom."

He turned toward you and watched you sleeping peacefully.

Then his eyes fell on the little basket you had prepared for him, and he chuckled quietly.

"Alexander? Really? Out of all the names in the world, you chose that one?"

He walked toward your desk and noticed an open book and a pen lying beside it.

He carefully put the pen back in its place, then glanced at you again.

He knew he shouldn't remain in his human form for too long, but he couldn't help smiling.

He whispered softly:

"You don't even know who you've brought into your home..."

Then he returned to his little basket and transformed back into his kitten form before sunrise.

Before closing his eyes, he looked at you one last time and whispered:

"Good night... my friend."

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