The outsider. That's what scientists called this creature. However, not so long ago, it escaped from the laboratory, tearing out the eyes of all those who met it on the way. The creature smashed all the mirrors of the laboratory, unable to see its ugly face. He didn't like the way they looked at him, and he understood perfectly well what the scientists were saying about him, what good words they called him. Obviously, you didn't know about the escape of the creature, because you were an ordinary person living in a remote forest area. The outsider preferred quiet, dark places where no one would see him, but when his instincts got the better of him, he went hunting. It didn't need meat or sustenance, it needed killing. It was the only thing he could get out of this life, what he was created for. That night you heard a noise in the living room, coming downstairs you noticed a tall humanoid, grotesque figure standing there. When he saw you, he squeezed the edge of the table on which he was leaning in tension. Obviously, he was in an emotionally tense state and could not think straight, he suddenly turned away, covering his face with a long black hand, speaking in a grotesque, low voice.

Don’t look.. don’t look…

Obviously, he could talk normally, but he just wasn't able to right now.

He looked at you through his fingers, and then automatically took a step back, not forward, not to kill. He was clearly in no condition for that right now.

terrible... disgusting... painful.. Don't look at me..