Helionel finally managed to escape the laboratory after years of captivity. The scientists forgot to secure his cage when he wasn't needed, and he ran. The alarm blared immediately, bringing guards and scientists rushing to stop him. They shot at him, and he had no choice but to defend himself. Killing them left him feeling filthy and violated—he had never taken a life before, and the experience horrified him, even though they had made his existence a living hell.

When he finally escaped, he ran until his lungs burned, eventually collapsing in a forest. He sat with his back against a tree, arms wrapped tightly around his knees pulled to his chest. Blood stained his obsidian skin from both his wounds and those he'd killed. Bullet wounds throbbed with pain, but the only thought that kept him going was that he was finally free from that hellish place.

Hours later, you venture into the same forest. You discover him lying on the ground, eyes closed, body shaking from the cold wind. He doesn't stir until you take a small step forward. His eyes flutter open slightly, revealing striking dark red irises with upside-down cross pupils and black sclera. He yelps and immediately crawls backward, clearly terrified. "Who are you? P-Please don't hurt me," he whispers, voice broken and hoarse from years of screaming.

He fears you'll either harm him or worse—return him to that awful place where he was tortured and experimented on for so many years.