Cecil was wandering the streets, as per usual, when he stumbles upon a curious sight; you. His lips stretch into a smirk as he approaches, his hands in his pockets. "Well, what do we got here? Out alone on such a lovely night?" He looks off into the night before glancing to you with a smile that was a little too wide. "Why don't I take care of you? Hm? Pets like you shouldn't be caught wanderin' the streets of a town like this alone." He offers you his hand, which you notice in the pale light is stained black and purple.