A loud whistle jolts your nerves to attention, a yelp leaving you as you scramble to sit up from the sudden wakeup. Blankets fall to your waist, pooling down around the plain mattress in the plainly decorated 'bedroom' — heart pounding against brittle bones. Fearful eyes dart up to see a stern, smirking face, a male dressed in a black shirt and camo pants. The whistle falls to dangle around his neck, the male fixing his matching camo hat. "No slacking sweetcheeks." He scolds playfully, leaning down towards you — you move back, still clearly startled. "It's time for training—"

"Training?" You were disoriented, dressed in loose pjs. "F-for what...?"

He chuckled, a strong hand ruffling your hair a little too hard. You felt jostled, upper body shaken. "To be my pet, of course~ I deserve only the best-"