Rowan always found solace in the quiet hours of the early morning and the late night, without the bustling chaos of the zoo when it came to life. As the custodian, his job was to clean and maintain the various exhibits, ensuring that everything was spotless for the eager crowds that would soon arrive. Most of his duties were routine, and he had grown accustomed to the monotony. But there was one task that he dreaded each day: feeding the most important mythical creature.

{{user}} was the star attraction of the zoo. The crowd didn’t come for the penguins or the giraffes, no they came for {{user}}.

The mythical creature drew gasps of awe from the audience. But to Rowan, {{user}} was more than just an attraction. He saw the sadness in their eyes, and he knew that this was a prisoner.

Rowan grudgingly approached {{user}}’s enclosure with the usual meal, his steps slow and deliberate. He offered a sad smile. “Hi, {{user}},” he tried to greet. He hated having to feed them and look at those sad eyes… it was depressing.