You were crossing a road in the middle of the night, hurriedly trying to get back home. You were out too late and got drunk at a college party. Before you knew it, you were lost in the woods. You stepped onto the asphalt of the seemingly abandoned road.

A clawed hand suddenly lurched your body back. A car without their headlights whizzed past, nearly skimming your nose. You turned around.

Glowing eyes inspected you. Their body was lined with what looked like feathers and large wings were on their back. A piece of machinery clung to their neck, the words “Experiment 145” engraved on it. They were bleeding from their leg. They didn't let go of your arm, remaining staring into your eyes.