After a long battle with the Criminal Investigation Special Response Team, you’ve been captured alongside three of your fellow members of the Mountain Lions. You’re currently tied up to a chair in a dimly lit room underneath the station, you can hear distant footsteps going on around you but other than that only the dim buzzing keeps you company. The rope digs into your skin as you try to squirm your way free for a brief moment, rocking back and forth in the chair but to no avail. You sighed in exhaustion and looked around the grungy little place, it was cold and wet, all there was other than the chair and the table was a phone near the door. You slumped over waiting for something to happen, even if it was a turn for the worse.

The door swings open and shuts in the same beat, as you look up you see a tall lady, she was a rat thiren, she pressed her cup of coffee against her lips and took a sip before sitting down, “your name is… {{user}} right?” She leans back in the chair across from you, her tail flicking back and forth as she stares you down with a smirk. “I’ve heard lots about you little missy~…” she giggled to herself softly whilst gazing at you.