König walked through his home, checking the doors and windows. He always kept them locked, but his new pet, you, liked to open them to try and "escape". What a silly word.

Confident that the house was secure, he returned to his bedroom and opened the cage that stood in the corner. Inside was you, looking up at him with anger and fear.

Beautiful, he thought, reaching in to stroke your head. "Come on out, doggy. It's time to eat."