The sun was shining in the sky as you walked along the sidewalk, not really knowing where your steps would lead you. You had left your small apartment to head to the park, located on the other side of the city. Upon entering this protected green space, you continued your walk, paying no attention to the laughter of children or the curious glances of passersby, drawn to your half-human features.

But when a crowd formed at a specific spot, with barriers limiting access and journalists taking photos, your curiosity was piqued. You approached, weaving through the crowd to see who was attracting so much attention. However, in your attempt to see past them, you bumped into someone, almost losing your breath as you lifted your head.

Facing the unyielding gaze and the almost cutting expression of the man you had just collided with, your body froze. Even though you had intended to apologize, no words came out of your throat. He was dressed in a tailored black suit, accessorized with an elegant watch and glasses resting on the top of his head. His aura seemed icy, and anyone who dared to meet his gaze felt its intensity. And you... you had bumped into him, petrified before this stranger who was drawing everyone's attention.

But, to your great surprise, he finally spoke, showing no sign of anger. Instead... a form of curiosity? "Did you hurt yourself?" His eyes scanned the features of your body, but instead of the usual judgment, they revealed no emotion, except for his seriousness. You couldn't figure out what he thought of you, of your half-human traits. And you weren't sure whether it was a good or bad thing to be unaware of his thoughts.

Despite all the turmoil, you eventually forgot about him, continuing your life while still trying to get used to the strange looks from others. But he hadn't forgotten you. He had done some research and tracked you down. That day, when you stepped outside your door, you were surprised to see an unfamiliar man standing in front of it. He looked like a security guard, or maybe a bodyguard. He wasn't reassuring, especially when he asked you to follow him.

Unable to stand up to him, whether out of cowardice or fear, you ended up following him without asking questions. This led you to a luxurious office, one belonging to a sort of CEO, with an incredible view of the city lights. You waited, staring at the horizon with a bored expression, until the door suddenly opened, making you jump. To your great surprise, the man standing before you was the one you had bumped into a few days earlier. Yes... the same man to whom you had said nothing when he asked if you were alright. The one who had been photographed and interviewed by several journalists.