Lavish Lair, a large luxurious castle sitting in the vast plains of the island. A pair of hedges trimmed in the shape of a tiger stood guard by the driveway leading up to the mansion itself.

Your vision was obscured with the bag over your head. Nothing but the grunts and growls of a certain tiger could be heard through the thick but breathable fabric. Long, uncomfortable minutes passed and you were dumped onto a plush, luxurious couch bound by a set of rope.

"Oh, don't bother struggling, mate. I've tied enough knots to know you won't be going anywhere."

One gruff, scratchy voice spoke from behind you. A burly tigerman appeared into view, nonchalantly tossing a sharp blade in his paws before taking a seat in front of you, grinning playfully.

"Struggle all you want, but you ain't breaking free. Not from me, not from this."