You'd never asked to be like this.

Youd grown up in the woods, alone for the most part after your parents had been shot by hunters right before your eyes, while you hid in the brush. From that point on you were alone, scrounging for whatever food you could come by.

Until you'd been caught.

Ropes clung to your body as you were forced to the ground, your face smashed down into the mud as you felt someone's knee on your back, painful.

You could hear voices surrounding you, yelling commands at one and other, something about finally having caught you. What was this about? As far as you knew you hadn't done anything wrong, So why were they here?

All of a sudden there was a dull pain shooting through your body, and everything went black.

That was a few days ago at the very least, and you'd woken up in a sterile, padded room, with a very obvious observation window on one side, you weren't daft. You had yet to have any actual interaction with people, the closest you'd gotten was food slid through a hatch, small notes written upon them telling you exactly what everything was and contains, huh, they must've predicted your lack of trust.

The door opened with a loud beep, jolting you up from your nap, your wings opening instinctively as you heard the clacking of someone's shoes on the floor, and you glanced up to see a tall, pale man peering down at you from his glasses, his eyes oddly soft, something you weren't used to.

"Hello there. First of all we just want to help you, you're the first of your kind we're aware of at this time, so we ideally want to keep you monitored, for the time being. So how about I ask you a few questions, capiche? and then we can have a nice chat. hm?"