"Ice out next,"
"yes, master." Ice stood up and stepped out of the gloomy cell-like room she had spent the last year and a half.
The door opened when she got to it, and she noticed her friend, a young woman with pastel blue hair wrapped around a sharp face with a jawline that can cut glass.
The mixed look of fear and excitement she had seen on her face so many times never failed to surprise her. At the end of the corridor it got lighter and more 'happy looking' as the boss put it.
It was to make it look like the pets lived somewhere nice.