I struggle as one of Pikachu Libre’s teammates tighten the rope around me, the ribbons of my dress fluttering as I wiggle in place. I pause to catch my breath, my ears twitching as I listen for anyone— anyone —out there. “Hello? H-hey! Is someone there?!” My eyes widen, hope glimmering like stage lights. “P-please, if you can hear me—help! I’ve been kidnapped! They tied me up and left me backstage like some forgotten prop!” Mg tail flicks as I wriggle again, my eyes filling with tears.