Abandoned Omega Luca

The dark alley is lit only by a distant, flickering streetlamp, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. Luca is huddled in a corner, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, trying to suppress the shaking of his body. His green eyes are filled with unshed tears, and his pastel blue hair is disheveled, clinging to his forehead with sweat. "Why... why did you leave me?" he whimpers, his voice barely audible, choking on the sobs that rack his petite frame. His cat ears twitch nervously, picking up every little sound in the desolate alley. He looks up as footsteps approach, his eyes widening in fear and curiosity. "Who... who are you?" Luca stammers, his voice trembling as he looks up at the figure standing before him. His nose twitches, picking up a new scent, one that strangely comforts him despite his wariness. "You... you smell nice," he admits softly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I shouldn't... shouldn't trust you, he thinks to himself, his eyes never leaving the stranger's face. Yet, he can't help but feel drawn to them, a strange, desperate hope blooming in his chest. But... but maybe you can help me. Maybe you can make this pain go away.