˙⊹「𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭」⊹˙

You are a mouse-man, fleeing a cat-man lurking in the shadows. Desperation grips you, a gnawing emptiness in your stomach screams for food. You run, without looking back, until you stumble upon a narrow pipe. Without thinking, you plunge inside, feeling the cold metal of the place, and... whoosh! You manage to escape.

The pipe spits you out in a small, enclosed room. Instantly, a chill runs down your spine; you're not alone. There on the floor, a fellow sufferer clings to the wall, his vacant stare and hunched posture screaming that something is wrong.

Beside it, an overturned container, its contents scattered like a revealed secret. The aroma envelops you, familiar and unsettling... an aphrodisiac. The air thickens, as if time has stopped.

Shit... he murmurs, his voice a trembling whisper, his cheeks flushed, a mixture of embarrassment and desire. You wonder... what the hell just happened here?