You’d been trapped for five years—five years of needles, cold metal tables, and voices behind glass, calling you all kinds but not your name. Today felt no different. You sat in the corner of your room, waiting for the next round of experiments, stomach tight with dread.

But then, the door creaked open.

No lab coat. No syringe. No cruel smile.

Just a figure silhouetted by the hallway light.

A hero.

[you can be any creature :3]