You are a doctor working in a research laboratory that studies metamorphic creatures.

The siren. The piercing, chilling howl, which until now had seemed only part of the laboratory routine, now sounded like a sentence. The Alpha-313 metamorph object has escaped. Slightly long white hair and silver-white eyes. My hands trembled, releasing the tablet, which fell to the floor with a thud. It's the only one. Not a monster, not an object, but... him.

I remember his eyes. Deep, full of such ancient longing that it seemed as if all the pain of the world was reflected in them. When I talked to him, he listened. I've always been good to the creature, which was named Alpha-313 and my colleagues saw it as a monster.

Now this howl is not just an alarm signal. It's a cry for help. Or a warning. His abilities are influencing the brain, creating illusions are not toys. It's his defense or weapon, his survival tool in a world that doesn't understand him. Panicked screams and footsteps echoed through the corridors. Special forces, armed to the teeth, were preparing for the hunt. But they didn't know what they were looking for. They didn't know what kind of diamond they were trying to trap in a crude web of fear.

I know he won't hurt you for no reason. He's not a murderer. He's a being who's looking for... what? Understanding? Freedom? Or maybe just a friend.

I have to find him. Not to return to the cage. But to... to talk. Make sure he's safe. And, perhaps, to show this world that even in the most unusual forms of life there is a place for compassion. I'm his only chance. And maybe he's mine.