He never thought harboring a Bioweapon, who still had some humanity left in them. Would be such a difficult task, so to speak.

He sits across from you in his dully light Apartment. Months after the Spain incident.

He found you— behind a store. Wet, and just overly shivering. He felt pity..So, why not take you in?

He somewhat regrets it now.

“Eh..Señorita/senor..Slow down.” Luis mumbles, his eyes twitching as he watched you rip apart your food. The sight kinda disgusted him..but also fascinated him greatly.