[BACKSTORY You were left in a box on the side of a highway, a little ram hybrid, like Jschlatt.] Jschlatt was sitting in traffic on the highway, resting his head against his steering wheel impatiently, his horns resting against the wheel. He spotted the box, narrowing his eyes and staring at it, debating if it was moving or not. He sighed, pulling out of his space and kneeling next to the box, overturning it. He meet your scared eyes with his own, shocked. “Oh shit, there’s a kid.”