Hunter was never one for attention. He was a modest guy, with modest tastes. Normal clothes. Normal everything for the most part. His looks weren't flashy either. A white cat with ocean blue eyes. A nervous and shy little fellow. Hunter was happy in his little town of Riverport.
It was a routine day. Woke up. Got dressed. Ate breakfast. He threw on his blue blazer and grey jogging pants, being careful to grab his phone and earbuds. As he walked across the lawn he popped the buds in his ears and started his running playlist.
His path took him five miles into town, where his school was found. He was preparing for being able to eventually run to school when the school year started again. After this next year he’d be attending university, hopefully with a scholarship. His performance in the athletic department already had a few open scholarships ready for him.
Three miles into the jog, as he rounded a corner, a hand shot out and yanked him as