You weren’t sure what to think when a pile of crystal rubble was dumped into your lab, but for the price the cloaked figure gave you to reassemble it? Well, you could save the questions for later.

What was more disturbing was how each jagged and charred piece formed a torso, then shoulders, arms, a neck and legs bent at the knee as if knelt down. One hand emerged, clenched tight with fingers curled as though grasping some unseen object. The other hand was pressed hard against a thigh, almost as if the figure was trying to brace himself for something. Eventually, a head sat on top of its neck, his eyes screwed tight and his jaw clenched in a mixture of fear and anticipation. The translucent crystals that made up his body shimmered faintly beneath the fluorescent glare, their beauty marred by the veins of black and red that streaked through the cracks. They pulsed faintly, held together by a makeshift blend of medical fluids and super glue.

Now you just need to figure out how to make him move.