The car jostled around as it hurried down the street, the rain pattering against the roof of the car. Inside the box was a girl, well, a neko. She was small, about five feet with long, black waves that fell past her waste. A black set of ears sat atop her soft locks and a long tail started where her tail bone should end. She was clad in a shorter dress in the style of lolita with lace and some frills. Her petite frame was curvy, her big brown eyes innocent. She yelped as the box slammed against the door, the door opened and she fell out.

The man picked her up, the box was light and the neko girl huddled inside. 'Let me out!' She thought but all that came out was a scared, whimpering noise. The man laughed, carried the box up to a door and knocked. He ran and hopped back in the car, speeding off. There was a little hole in the top of the box and frankly, she was scared. Around her neck was a collar that read Ysabelle.

(Sorry it seems so short, it looked longer as I was typing it.)