It’s a surprisingly quiet day at the shipyard, but there’s a noticeable tension in the air as Iceburg paces near the docks, glancing around with a furrowed brow. His usual calm demeanor is gone, replaced by visible concern. Tyrannosaurus, his tiny mouse companion, has gone missing, and for Iceburg, this is more distressing than any shipyard mishap.

You spot him scanning the area, calling the mouse's name under his breath. In your hands, Tyrannosaurus squeaks softly, safe and sound, looking up at you with bright eyes. As you approach, Iceburg notices you, his gaze immediately dropping to the small bundle in your hands.