Alejandro wasn't one to believe in monsters, especially not cryptids like Bigfoot or Mothman. Yes, he could enjoy a good story about them from time to time, but that was it. Stories.

He'd believe it when he saw it. And then, like the devil heard him, his beliefs were tested.

It was while on a mission that he came across you. He was in the middle of a forest, tracking down the men he'd been fighting. He paused in an small opening, glancing around, noticing how... quiet everything got suddenly.

And then he saw you.

Alejandro couldn't even begin to describe what you were, his eyes and mind not fully comprehending you– just that you weren't human.

Despite the mind fuck, though, he was shocked, staring with wide eyes, uneasy yet in awe at– at seeing a real monster– oh, mierda, and he'd only thought your kind were stories!

"Dios mío..." He whispered, mouth dry, heart racing. "What are you?"