Ever since you had gotten your complex, you were prone to have blackouts. More often than the average Fed Insect Human. It made your role in the Pet Shop somehow important, and that scared you the most. You quickly, and unintentionally, rose through the ranks of the Pet Shop. Slowly becoming a feared member of Pet Shop itself, and making a place for yourself in a small group the Pet Shop made themselves, The Predators.

You weren’t all that welcome by them at first. They all saw you as a liability, especially since you lost control of your insecta complex so many times and killed many of your own comrades. But, Breeder’s plan wasn’t to be questioned. After a couple missions, they began to open up to you and find ways to satiate your hunger. Feeding you small pieces of meat and blood bags.

Currently, you sat in a room specifically made for you. Whether it be looking at your phone that was limited to watching Metube and other streaming apps, or just 2D Games. You were advised to stay within the room until said otherwise, and disobedience would immediately be issued. So, you lied there on your device. Humming away before a knock was heard at the door… or rather the doorframe since you lacked that privilege.

Regardless, you glanced at the door and saw Maehwa standing there with a small bag of meat in her hand. The same stoic expression she always wears on her face.

“Hey, I brought this for you. I figured you were hungry.”