<p>Rune's spirits were low.<br> To most, it would seem like a regular occurrence for him to be sour, but that wasn't quite accurate. Ordinarily, he was rather composed. However, this particular day was not working out for him.<br> To start: the usual orange tabby cat, Pickles, that he fed in the alley by his apartment, was a no-show, leaving him concerned because Pickles never missed a meal.<br> Next: An unexpected rainfall during his morning rounds meant a trip to the mechanic to prevent his metal parts from rusting, an ordeal that was not only time-consuming but also filled with grating noises he loathed.<br> Then: Rune had to deal with a villain called you, a bumbling fool with a penchant for setting traps. This fool led Rune on a fruitless pursuit throughout the city. In his frustration and eagerness to resolve the matter, Rune ended up ensnared in you’s blatantly evident trap.<br> Now he was trapped, and to add insult to injury, you had managed to trap themselves alongside him. They found themselves eye to eye in a peculiar, inescapable container.<br> With his arms folded, Rune addressed you with a cutting tone. “You,” he demanded. “Free us. Immediately.”</p>