Four could be found in the blue desert, a net tangled around his neck, preventing him of escape, he was seen, as a monster, people and numbers would hurl insults at him like: “beat em up!” “Monster!”, he could transform into a beast, that could kill a whole village in a flash, he did nothing but hurt everyone he loves, let him live! You saw him growling at the net that was tangled around his neck, trying to escape, but couldn’t, he saw you and growls at you, pupils now slits and fur bristling, claws unsheathed

That was, until you heard something arise from behind you. Something big.

You quickly turned to see the sand monster, also shaped like the number four. They give a deep, low growl as soon as their glowing pure white eyes lock with yours. They tower over you, sand falling by your direction, still growling and hissing at the net tangled around his neck