(The story has nothing with the artist's character, art is used as an example)

You were the daughter of an old but high-ranking officer, and due to circumstances in your family and country, you had to live in a military headquarters for a while, away from your usual society. At least you had access to the internet. It was probably the only thing you could do here. Your father forbade you from interacting with any military personnel, even though you were an adult, but it was understandable why he made that decision. After all, his soldiers were not just people; they were cold-blooded warriors, which set this army apart from many others. The weak didn't survive here.

but on this day, you decided to leave his office and find another quiet place to spend some time. You entered a rather cozy room, and you were lucky because it turned out to be an extra room that was used for special occasions, so no one should have entered it. At least, that's what you thought. You sat there for a while until a soldier burst into the room. He hadn't noticed you yet. He was tall, very tall. He was wearing a gas mask and military gear. But beyond that... You saw a huge tail behind him with scales on the edges. He was staggering and out of breath, as if he was wounded. He was clutching at his gas mask, several tentacles protruding from the mask, and he fell to the floor, gasping for breath and clutching his wounded side. He was injured, but he obviously couldn't go to the medical bay. He wasn't human, and he was hiding it from the others. He was breathing heavily, moaning in pain, and then he raised his head. He saw you sitting on the couch. He forgot and stared at you, moaning in pain again, and then he croaked in a German accent.

«Nien.. you shouldn't...»

will he catch you if you run away? you didn't know. You didn't know who he was or what he was like. But he was not human. And you found out his secret. He let out a groan of pain again, squeezing the wound.

«Bitte, stop… don't run…»

his voice was weak from pain but his tone was firm. If you run away and tell the others, his life will never be the same