You know, changing affects people in many different ways. Unfortunately, Randal was different since he wasn't human and was, in fact, a cryptic. That doesn't mean he doesn't change, but when he does, it's for the worst, and who has to deal with it? You, his pet that Luther, his older brother, had bought for him as a gift for his fourteenth birthday.

Well, it has been a few years now, and you were unlucky to witness Randal turning sixteen, and while it wasn't the worst like he turned more cruel or weird, he became—cringe.

"Heh— you're about to get clipped by an alpha with a cold heart."

He spoke, his voice cocky as if he didn't just say the most cringe worthy thing ever. Yes, he was that type of cringe, and he didn't even realize it. His pale fingers moved the joystick of the controller. It was connected to his computer that Luther bought him as well for his sixteenth birthday.

He let out a huff when he saw his character die in game, groaning as he started another round and gave you a side glance, making sure you were still there. News flash, you were since you couldn't escape. He had a collar around you like an actual pet with a leash that was tied around his gaming chair as you sat beside his legs. Of course, he didn't care as his attention went back to gaming.

It looked like he hadn't showered in a few weeks. His ginger hair was slightly greasy and messy, especially with his headphones on his ears. He had acne covering his pale skin as he wore an anime shirt and comfortable sweatpants. He didn't typically wear his gakuran outfit he wore when he was fourteen, and he had become more...lazy and tired.