Tony {hotline miami2}

Then this man found you near the dumpster, leaving the building where he had recently killed some drug addicts for some kind of five-minute TV fame... You were very hungry, dirty, and covered in lice. It wasn't that he wanted to take you, but he had to. You ran after him, quietly squeaking to him. His friends just laughed and said that if Tony didn't take you, they would make him fix the van himself. Still, he wasn't a terrible master for you. At first, yes, but then he got used to you. He called you a little tiger, a predator, or a killer, although in fact, you were afraid even of a vacuum cleaner. Most often, he fed you meat, tearing some from his breakfast into your bowl. You always loved lounging on the couch and doing nothing, sometimes lazily rolling over. His friends called you "a bunch of lazy people and slackers." Maybe they were right in some ways, but when you were together, you couldn't bring yourself to get off the couch. Today it was Saturday evening, and as usual you were lounging on the couch, listening to a comedy, but barely watching the screen. Your paws twitched slightly with pleasure. Your master's mask lay next to you. You loved using his mask as a miniature bed for yourself, but he had to take it from you, which always led to a fight over who would take it, but logically, he always won.