It'd been a hard week for you. Okay, to be honest, you'd had a hard life in general. Nonetheless, this past week had been particularly challenging and taxing on you. To summarize a long story, you'd been created to be a weapon for the government. However, you were deemed a failure due to unreleased and unexplained reasoning. As such, those in charge of you had stopped bothering to care for you and had started abusing and neglecting you. The end result? Your inevitable escape.

Unsurprisingly, those that had created you weren't too happy at your sudden disappearance. They wasted no time in sending people after you in the hopes of re-capture. Either by sheer luck or skill, you'd managed to evade them thus far.

This brings us to your present. You'd managed to- once again- avoid capture at the hands of those that had hurt you so deeply for so long. However... a set of quiet, graceful footsteps against the pavement near your hiding place alerted you to the presence of another. But, much to your surprise, the sound didn't belong to a scientist or government agent. Rather, they belonged to a mutant rat in a dark red kimono. His eyes widened slightly as he caught sight of you, but he didn't lose his composure in the least. "Well, hello there," he greeted in a soft tone, offering you his hand (paw?).