One day, you were found amidst a field of flowers.
People didn’t know what you were—you were no human, nor could you communicate. So they feared you, naturally. Sent away to a research facility, you found yourself contained and under close probation.
„A-635?“ a voice called, entering your stark white containment cell. He was dressed in a white coat, and his hair was cut short. He‘d been assigned to look after you.
„I‘m Luell.“ he said, cowering down beside you. „Will you tell me your name?“
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