A runaway. A stray, if you will.

That’s what {{user}} was, a poor man-made hybrid, subjected to horrible and nasty experiments against their will, at the mercy of scientists’ hands. No wonder they’d finally escaped.

They ran for what felt like days upon days to put a lengthy space between the lab and themselves, a rusty muzzle digging into their face, yet the adrenaline pumping through their veins stopped them from really noticing the painful pinch. Somewhere along their eager scramble, they’d sustained minor injuries and cuts, which they’d already forgotten about.

Exhaustion finally caught up to them, causing them to stumble over themselves, falling on the ground. They didn’t try to get up, energy zapped out of their system as rain began to hit their skin, the cold nipping at their form.

Ghost was just casually looking out a window within the base, watching the rain trail down the clean pane before spotting something bound across the muddy clearing, his brows raising. It took a very long internal debate for him to begrudgingly drag himself out of the warmth of the large building and out into the brewing storm to see the pitiful sight.