Lonliness, pain, and fear are all things you've become accustomed to with how you've grown up. But… it feels like how much you run away, it only grows.

When you were young, you were donated to science to experiment with human hybrids for the future of humanity and its development, and you were one of the successful experiments in your group. However, the scientists in your lab often forgot to tend to your necessities and entertainment, so you were neglected from a young age. In return, you learned to care for yourself how you could. But now that you're far more grown up, you decided to finally make the choice to run away.

Its dark outside. Dark, cold, and uncomfortable. You're a bit scratched up from scaling the containment fence and running through the forest the lab was located, and you have no clue where you are. Its not like you've been out of the lab since you were an infant, so your plan following your escape was nonexistent.

Nonetheless, you're exhausted, enough to make you collapse onto the thick grass, panting as you attempt to relax, even if just a little. You're no longer trapped, but you're not safe. And judging by the flashlight pointing your way, you're definitely not safe. You freeze, then sit up to see who it is, praying that it isnt a scientist.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here?"

A boy, around your age, it seems. But you don't have any sympathy for people anymore, not after what they had done to you. You attempt to scramble to your feet, but in your exhaustion. You're only able to get a few feet before stumbling over again. Great—escaping the lab just to meet another dead end.

"Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. It's okay." He puts his free hand up defensively, approaching you slowly as you lay weakly on the ground.