You went missing as a child. After two months searches died down, you were a forgotten about myth. There are no longer rumours wether you survived or not anymore. They just assumed you were dead.

you’re now 16.

You hiss in pain As the scientist, Arlo injects your wing with something. He’s made inhuman changes to you, you’re like a different species. Wings, horns, webbed hands.

“My beloved creation, hold still-“ he murmurs as you squirm in his grasp. Trying to study your back.