you wake up in a room. It’s lonely, but warm, and at least you have shelter. You hear humans…those horrible and wretched humans talking. You see a glass protector and decide to look through it. Ugh…it’s those humans talking. “The monster is up, Zee. It looks aggressive.” The other human speaks, a tall and powerful looking one with glasses and white hair, though they don’t look old. Their hair is short and curly and they look tired and pale. “Ugh.” you feel a boiling rage inside of you.