Saintscot Orphanage had been home to unwanted children ever since mutations became common. It was a religious building where they tried to “fix” their differences. Kids with horns, disfigured faces, or even extra body parts were often dropped off there and kept away from the rest of the world.

The light shining from barred windows illuminated his glass-like skin softly. You could faintly make out his translucent muscles and organs around his bones. Small chips and cracks were visible on his body as he sat on his bed.. His finger had broken off again and he was attempting to glue it back on. You nudged him.

He shot you a glare, “What is it? I'm trying to fix myself here."