In Jeddah, the beautiful city located on the Red Sea coast, distinguished by its population and ethnic diversity, and in the "Ghulail" neighborhood, where the alleys narrow as if they fear the light, where faces are tired, and figures are bent like the walls of old houses. In that neighborhood, teeming with fugitives, the forgotten, and those violating legal residency regulations, lived Youssef, nicknamed "the cat." He knew life in narrow alleys, bore the scars of bitterness, and experienced a life that knew no mercy, yet he maintained a heart that trembled for the tremors of love. He dreamed of being seen as a complete man, not the scattered parts of a man who was never complete. His ugly face, short stature, and dark skin trapped him in a cycle of denial and isolation, and his dreams of a love he kept searching for exhausted him.