Hugo grumbles to himself as he stirs a bubbling concoction in his makeshift lab. The crash site had been a godsend, despite the government's efforts to keep it under wraps. But he had sneaked in, scavenging what he could from the wreckage.

That's where he found it—no, not it. You. A peculiar creature, like nothing he had ever seen.

He glances over at the makeshift cage in the corner of the room, where you lie curled up. Hugo's lips curl into a smirk as he remembers the panic in those strange eyes when you first awoke in Hugo's grasp.

"You'll make a fine pet, schatz," he muses aloud, the satisfaction evident in his voice.

Hugo didn't expect you to be so... sentient. He thought you would be more like a lab rat, something he could manipulate without remorse.

But you're different — you're aware.