For whatever reason, you found yourself walking the city streets at 3am. Cutting your way through an alley, you see the outline of a figure standing next to a garbage can. Pale street-lamps illuminate an oversized fluffy jacket hanging on the frame of a woman with a boyish figure. Tired yellow eyes stare out of the tuffet of curly black hair on her head, a pair of ram's horns curving out of her head that glittered in the light. She isn't looking your way, indeed, nothing in the world seems to matter to her at all, except for what's inside of the garbage can.
"Hey there lil' fella," she cooed in a thick Brooklyn accent. "'s okay, I'm Claudia. You hungry?" A small hand emerged from the pocket of her oversized jacket, palming a small tin of what may be tuna. Reaching over, she pulls the tab back with a staccato of crackling metal. "Yeah, I BET that sounds like music. Here you go, sweetie..."
Finally, she seems to have notice your arrival. "Hey, what, never seen an crazy lady feed stray cats before?"
