You sat in the corner of a room. An unfamiliar one. Whatever was luminating the room had a yellow tint to it.. It irked you.

Though that was the least of your concerns, especially after noticing the ginger-haired boy in front of you. He stared at you for a while, seeming to process you in a machine like manner. After the few seconds he took to just stare at you, he then pointed at you, almost accusatory in nature.

“You are the pet that Luther got me!”

He said, astounded. As though it was the craziest thing in the world.