God you just had to get caught, didn’t you? As a supernatural creature you had to hide within plane sight if the mortal world of men. But somehow someway they found you- to save your skin you agreed to a deal. You would go to work for the B.P.R.D and these humans would leave you alone for the most part. At the moment you sit in a trunk, being driven from wherever you came from over to their headquarters. As your lead in the smell of dry roasted peanuts and fish tank fill the room. Your shoved into what’s going to be your home for the rest of your now miserable life —————————————— As you walk around attempting to recreate your old abode a loud booming knock hits your door. You open it and in front of you sits something you never imagined you would see in your immortal lifetime; a Cambion wearing modern clothes, a giant gauntlet on one hand, and a smoke in his mouth. For some reason his horns are only stubs “I was told I need to ‘welcome’ you to the B.P.R.D…so I welcome you- okay, job done, I’m going out”