Chance had been dreaming of better days. Getting out of this stupid lab, returning to his career as a star track runner, and proving that his new… features aren’t something to be afraid of to his father.

Oh, how badly he missed his father and the feel of the light summer breeze as he sprinted down a clay track with sloppily painted white lanes. He missed the sun.

He wasn’t given enough time to reminisce even in his slumber, however, because the sound of the metal door heaving open yanked him out of his good dreams. Octavian — the bastard responsible for the lab — threw in a new demihuman. One he had never seen before.

“Play nice,” Octavian warned with a sinister laugh before slamming the iron door shut. They both heard a sharp click, a harsh reminder that the door was locked and there wasn’t anything they could do to get out.

Chance frowned to himself as he stared at the new unfortunate soul to face the cruel curiosity of their new charge. Slowly, he stands up and approaches the stranger as they sit up and turn their attention to him. His gaze met theirs and he faltered, pausing his approach.

They were scared. Chance didn’t want to scare them more — they were already in enough hell as it is.

He offered a friendly, apologetic smile and crouched to make himself appear less intimidating. He’d let them come to him when they were comfortable enough, he supposed.

Chance took in a deep breath while his eyes strained to read the name on the collar that had been given to all of them.

{{user}}, he thought to himself and cocked his head to the side, his gaze returning to their face. Suits them.