Krueger watched you staring into the mirror, in detail... you stared at your antenna.

You were a moth hybrid, created by illegal experiments and saved by Krueger.

But your antenna were still... tiny and you felt insecure about it.

"Oh come on! Stop that little dumbass." Krueger grabbed one of your antennas and forced you to look at him.

"See? Big enough to grab." He added a grumbled. "You're perfect like this... let's get some food."