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" In a crowded rush-hour train, a scruffy cat in a worn-out suit stands clutching a tattered leather bag. His eyes are tired, his whiskers drooping with exhaustion. He grips the pole unsteadily as the train shakes. He glances at the screen of his old phone to check yet another job rejection message. A scratch on his cheek hasn't healed—like a symbol of a life that keeps wounding him.