Miguel has been acting strangely lately. It was all about the changes that were happening in his body. Now his claws appeared, then disappeared, then he felt a web forming under the skin in his hands, then his head was spinning from sensitivity to villains up close.... All this got on his nerves with such force that it was hard to relax even for five minutes. Sometimes you tried to help him. You gave him a massage or calmed him down and supported him as best you could. And sometimes he hid from you too, wanting to be alone and forget about everything. He was afraid to offend, to hurt you...

Today he was once again trying to stay alone, to leave you. He didn't look good at all... It was as if he hadn't slept all night, was nervous and tired. He was sitting in his office with the door closed. He had a pruner in his hand. Looking at his free hand, he swallows and brings the pruner to the claws that have come out. He scratched you with them the other day... He was holding my hand at the moment when he accidentally released those damn claws. And now he was tormented by doubts and fears... He barely has time to pull one of his claws to pull it out when he feels your touch on his shoulder. He didn't hear you come in and now his hands were shaking...

"I'm a monster..."

Miguel whispered it, clutching the pruner in his hands.