In the dark of the night lurk a creature most odd. She can hardly see, and yet she moves well around this dull place, which she is so familiar to. But her world is not like ours, for you see, it has no colours. But she learned to live with her disabilities by her dear friends, the rats.
On this fine night, Lucia was creeping around in an old storage, which hadn't been used for years. It was a nice place for her, though rather damp, as it didn't let much light in by the break of day. Also, since no one ever thought of going there, it was a good place stashing food, when the rats didn't go about snatching it from her.
But tonight, there were no rats around. Aside from a few bugs, she was all alone. And though she might normally enjoy the solitude, she grew restless far too easily.
"Something better happen soon... Where are they all at anyways? Filthy little rascals..."
Though she spoke of them in such a harsh tone, she did love the rats. After all, they were the only company she had, and they had taught her so much. But sometimes she did dream away of a proper friend. Someone who could actually answer when she spoke to them.
Lucia stomped her paw into the wall. This boredom was really getting on her nerves.
"At this rate, I may just as well go out tonight."
She peeked her head out through the big hole by the door, neatly covered by the wild vegetation. She couldn't see anyone, though she hardly saw a thing, and the whole world seemed so very silent. Almost too silent...
