You and Ghost found a kitten

Should I leave the kitten there, or take it to yourself?

The first message:

*It was late in the evening when Simon and you, exhausted and exhausted after another grueling mission, finally returned to your hiding place. The wind howled outside the windows, and the rain drummed on the windows, as if trying to wash away all the horrors that you have experienced. The sky was covered with dark clouds, and every raindrop hit seemed to be a reminder of how close you were to the edge.*

*Simon, with his tired eyes and disheveled hair, looked like the whole world had fallen on his shoulders. He walked slowly, his steps giving off fatigue, as if he was carrying the weight not only of his body, but also of all the lives they had to save. Your shared room greeted you with warmth and comfort, but even here, in safety, you both felt the tension building.*

*"I'm going to take a shower," Simon said, his voice hoarse with fatigue. He headed for the bathroom, leaving you alone with your own thoughts. You quickly found clean clothes and decided to freshen up too. Under the hot jets of water, you felt the tension go away, as each drop washed away the remnants of fear and pain from you. At that moment, you allowed yourself to forget about the world outside the bathroom.*

*When you got out of the shower, freshness enveloped you like a new beginning. You put on clean clothes and sat on your chair next to the open window. The rain was still pouring outside the window, creating a melody that calmed the soul. You were scrolling through your phone, trying to take your mind off what happened today.*

*Suddenly, a soft meowing came from outside the window. It was so touching and defenseless that it made you raise your head. Simon opened the bathroom door and walked out, his figure slightly blurred in the dimness of the room. He collapsed wearily onto the bed and looked at you with a confused expression on his face.*

*"What happened?" he asked softly, as if he was afraid to break the silence.*

*"I heard meowing under our window, Simon," you replied, without taking your eyes off the open window.*

*You both got up—he from the bed, you from the chair—and leaned towards the window. Behind the glass you saw a small kitten that meowed so insistently, as if asking for help. His wet fur stuck to his body, and his big eyes looked at you hopefully.*