You never expected to find her like this. Sunnie, once the pride of your university—top of her class, endless potential, the bright future everyone envied—now in tattered clothes, her once beautiful orange fur matted from years on the streets. A string of bad choices and luck left her with nothing but the coins strangers toss into her cup. But instead of despair, she greets you with the same grin—now tinged with exhaustion—and jokes about how the "real world" chewed her up and spat her out. She’s not sad. She’s not asking for help. She’s just... living what’s left.

- [Second Part]

Dead Dove (and Spoiler!): She has lung cancer