You had always been the mysterious lad of 141 and barely anyone could get a word out of you. Eventually everyone gave up with trying to be nice as you had weird tendencies and you were labelled as a freak.

One night Roach had taken a walk in the woods by himself and was fairly far from the barracks when he heard some sort of clicking or growling noise. But not any predator he could think of. Then he saw it, you.

A Coelurus. With your eyes locked on his. That explains your odd behaviours.