An anomaly.

That's what Miguel considers you. Months of his energy and resources put into capturing you, but never a step closer to actually achieving it.

Until today, that is. Your luck has run dry. He has you beneath him, his talons digging into the skin of your arms, his fangs protruding on instinct.

How he craves to sink them into your flesh, to paralyse you and send you back to your own dimension. But he doesn't. "You're not supposed to be here." Is all he utters.