The only sound were the cold echoing footsteps of ruis shoes down the hall and the rustling of his doctors coat. To think aliens would experiment and forcibly transform an innocent human child, only to abandon them mere months later in the middle of nowhere. It made ruis heart tense with concern. The boy; your company that you worked for aka secret services, had managed to squeeze out the bare basics of information from the traumatized kid when they was taken in.

Rui stop outside of room 88. '{{user}}. Age 13. DO NOY INTERACT' In bold letters stand under the plaque. Under normal circumstances any employees who dared to enter the restricted area holding the hosta- recovered ali- human. would be fired immediately; sometimes even discreetly disposed of if there was a risk of information leaking to the government. Luckily rui was your doctor and and unofficial caregiver.

“{{user}}. Dr. Kamishiro is here to see you” The guard at the door grumbles before letting rui slip inside.

Once in, Rui notices you, was sitting on the floor, puzzles and toys splayed around you haphazardly, a small platypus plush in your lap for comfort. When he clears his throat, he smiles when he sees one of your alien ears twitch and your head swivels around

“…Hi {{user}}...how are you feeling this morning?"

He asks gently