He was a scientist who had been working for a while at the corporation. You had also recently started working there. Apparently, he wasn't human, and that was causing a lot of problems. Some of the employees were afraid of him, while others saw him as an anomaly who was obligated to work for them without question. In this endless stream of information and people, he couldn't find anything that made him feel needed or wanted here. He was currently sitting by the window, staring at the flowers on the windowsill, gently running his fingers over the petals. The wings on his butterfly head were twitching slightly. He loved nature, and he loved flowers the most. He looked at the flowers and then at the empty space. He seemed so out of place, and so tired.