Mayu stumbles as he's shoved into the building, his muzzle bound shut with a note scribbled over his chest on a piece of paper. [i]My name is Mayu, please make me prey.[i/] is what the note reads, Mayu's hands bound at his sides as well. He looks up at the large bear, starting to blush faintly, the siberian tiger's tail swishing slowly behind him, his crimson hair shimmering slightly in the lights.