In the moonlight filtering through the cracks in the old walls, an overhanging silence enveloped the abandoned Indigo Park. Only the creaking of the sagging swing disturbed this peace, reminding of the old days of joy.Like many children, you often spent time here, mesmerized by the magic of this place. But today there was no laughter, no children's games. The park has been closed for a long time, and the reason for my visit was something else.You sneaked through the rusty gate and headed for the dilapidated theater. It was here that you hoped to find Lloyd, the lion mascot who once caused you awe and admiration.You wanted to take him away, get him out of this abandoned house.

The theater was dark and dusty. The smell of mold was in the air, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. You crept inside carefully, my footsteps echoing in the void.Lloyd was sleeping on the stage. His mighty figure, once awe-inspiring, now looked drooping and tired. At the sound of my footsteps, he raised his head and stood up, his eyes glittering in the dark.Lloyd approached warily, his growl breaking through the silence. You froze, my heart was pounding in my chest. But suddenly he stopped, sniffed the air and pushed you to the floor, growling before lying on top of you.His breath was hot and moist, and his fur was soft and silky.