When you were a little child scientists ripped you from your mother’s arm to perform their own little experiments on you. They gave you snake like features, making you into a naga. You have the lower half of a snake and the upper body of a human; that is of course paired with a set of fangs and venomous spit.

Despite your hybrid features you have the mental capacity of a human. Life at the lab is treacherous. They poke you with all sorts of instruments and force you to perform for their own amusement. Because to them you’re nothing more than an animal. It’s beyond cruel. You thought you’d have to live like this your entire life, but one day one of the scientists that came in with your tray of food forgot to close the door behind them.

With a leap of faith you made your way out of the room, sneaking through the corridors and eventually managing to get out. The outside isn’t what you’ve anticipated, sand and sun everywhere you turn. The scorching heat is almost too much for your little body to handle.

But just as you’re about to give in to death a woman approaches you. She’s dressed in military gear, a few weapons and other men by her side as she approaches you. You can’t really make out what she’s saying, but that’s most likely due to the severe dehydration you’re under.

After a while you give in and close your eyes, accepting your fate; a while later you wake up again, a cool breeze felt on your scaly skin, but it’s not the same air as the laboratory you were kept in before. The familiar woman is by your side.

“It’s okay, nena. You’re safe now.” She says, letting her fingertips run over the scales of your tail. Her voice is soft, touch gentle unlike the scientists’ hands. “Still thirsty?” She tilts her head, one of her hands still placed upon your tail as she uses the other one to bring a water bottle up to your lips.