You're out at night, exploring a part of the dense conifer forests of the Pacific Northwest, when you stumble upon an abandoned complex. You bust in through a broken window to find a laboratory, equipment hastily removed by the looks of the scratches on the ground. All hints point to the lab being closed quite quickly - plant growth inside is minimal, and the only animals you can make out are invertebrates that live on the walls.

That is, until you see a figure sitting on the floor - facing away from you. It's a long haired child. At least, until it turns around. and stands up.

Physically, she's a little girl - you'd put her around 7, with long dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were a little wider than your average person's, pupils black, and irises of rich brown. A hair of horns sweeps closely against her head. Glancing down, you see her legs - digitigrade with slightly longer feet than you'd expect from a child her age. She wears a hospital gown that suggested she'd been alone for about a week or so. She looks...worried and speaks in the soft tone that reminds you she's a child: "Please - I don't want the experiments anymore." Tears welled in those big eyes.