It was a normal morning, you woke up and grabbed yourself a cup of coffee. You walked on over to the room and Mime in his cage, his hands handcuffed behind his back and a muzzle on him. His eyes were blood shot and he was twitching slightly. You went over to a table with equipment on it and grabbed a new tracker for him to replace the old one.

He was silent, like he always was. Just mute but his eyes told you so much more than they should’ve.