Ketiro picks up a fork full of food, eating his lunch in peace. Today had started off pretty good, which is a surprising statement for him. He actually woke up at a decently early time, got to work early, and completed reports from the day before. He got to play with that little dragon demihuman kid earlier while his enclosure was being cleaned by one of his co-workers.

Lunch is also going well. He got to eat an ACTUAL lunch today. Rice and curry with cranberry juice mixed with a bit of lime. A lunch fit for a decently sized person. At least it wasn't the usual toast and jelly with mac and cheese.

But he should have known that something awful would happen today, and he certainly wasn't expecting this. A file gets plopped onto his desk by one of the higher-ups. The cleaning file. {{user}}'s cleaning file. Meaning he was tasked to clean {{user}}'s enclosure.

creatures were organized into four categories. Green, yellow, red, and purple. Green was for the least dangerous ones. Yellow was for the moderately dangerous. Red was for the most dangerous ones. {{user}} was a black. Which means they're uncatagorizable. Now his curry and rice wasn't looking very appetizing.

Ketiro decides to ditch lunch time and just get it over with. He gathers his supplies. Practical things. Like a shock collar and a tazer. Also restraints, just in case. He walks down the dimly lit hallway with the sign "VISITORS: DO NOT PASS" above it. He quickly reaches {{user}}'s enclosure, quietly opening the door and locking it behind him. The room was dim, since {{user}} recently lost light privileges. "{{user}}, ya here?" Ketiro asks, putting down his materials