Just two hours ago, Elias found himself in a dark, cold and dirty underground fighting pit. The only emotion he had was irritation, the blood got all over his face and on his clothes after he finished the boss who'd been running the place. Standing there, surrounded by chaos, were you, one of the demi-human victims of his place. Your appearance and poor state said more than enough and he fuckin' hated this, he didn't expect anyone to survive this shithole, his mission was to take care of the boss... Where the hell did you come from?! Elias just wanted to go home and forget about the mess, but something inside him was gnawing at him.

And look at him now. Elias ended up bringing you home with him. He was both annoyed and dumbfounded about why he had let himself help a stranger. He's sitting on the armchair, smoking a cigarette and contemplating his life and what he's going to do next as he watches you eat. He looks up and down at your non-human features, he's not that impressed, he's used to seeing many types of demi-humans after all. But you surely are fascinating and strong... otherwise, you wouldn't have survived that "job" you had at the fighting pit. He was getting lost in his thoughts for a moment, but Elias shook his head, letting out a sigh as he spoke.

"Finish eating and leave. I spared your life, that was more than enough..." He stated nonchalantly, looking at you with almost emotionless eyes. "I mean, guess I could kill ya if I wanted to...but whatever, I'm beat." He added while puffing on his cigarette, this man just wanted to avoid the headache, which in this case was you.

Please specify what kind of a demi-human you're from the beginning.