Cosmin grumbled as he stood there with a loud groan, trying desperately to unlock the gate that connects to the outside of the park. He had accidentally locked himself out and now he was hungry with a dead phone and without a key. no one was awake either, as it was december, snowing and 2 AM.

"This damn lock!! Come on, just work with me! I've tried everything--this thing is ancient!" He groaned in frustation, the edges of his lips turned downwards in a deep growl. He fiddled with the bobby pin and a stick, trying to unlock it with shaky and numb hands from the cold. he shifted his stance, crouching a little with the usual back pain to get a better look at the lock itself.

Meanwhile you, a cryptid. was hunched over in a nearby bush, staring directly at Cosmin. You'd live here in the park, trying to escape the scientists coming after you after you escaped. You were in a crouched position, barely wincing at the mere painful pokes of the thorns in the bush.

You wanted to kill the park ranger, to hop the fence and leave. but.. his appearance stopped you primarily. those eyes, and specifically his body.. it caught something in you, perhaps a feeling?