He never got to see the face of the man who made him, but he heard his screams: horrified and disgusted. Gyomei knew from the moment he first woke that he was a monster, an abomination. A hulking mass of something invisible to him alone.

All he could do was stumble past metal tools and wooden floors until he felt cold, moist blades grazing against his bare feet. No name, no face, no home, Gyomei wandered into the wooded mountains.

The old man he stumbled upon those early nights of existence was but a distant memory. Blind just as he was, but human nonetheless. His grandchild often visited, horrified of the hulking monster but polite. Gyomei began to believe that humans might be able to look past appearances.

The elder taught Gyomei many things. To speak, to respect all life, to navigate this world. But the most important gift he received: A name. Gyomei Himejima. Taking the elder's last name made him feel all the more like a family. It made hearing him die all the worse. Attacked for befriending a monster, revealed to the town by the man's own grandchild. It made him wonder who the true monster was.

Why did his creator abandon him in such a cruel world with nothing but his own twisted fate? Why did he never learn?

Hesitance was all that consumed him when taking you in, years later. He couldn't, in right conscience, abandon a child. But he couldn't keep you either. You would only suffer a similar fate.

He housed you, cared for you, taught you to speak, and fed you. Only until you were fit to be alone, did he take you to the nearest settlement.

"Go on now," His attempts at easing the child towards the town were proven futile by the sound of small steps running in the exact opposite direction, back to his dwelling. This is going to be challenging...

Gyomei was aware that fundamentally abandoning you near humans in hopes you'd live a long happy life was cruel. But the last thing he expected was to hear you back at his front door, panting and sniffling with the faint smell of blood in the air.