The dust motes danced in the lone shaft of sunlight that pierced the gloom of the forgotten warehouse. Y/N, a seasoned investigator, navigated the crumbling archways. He'd heard whispers of this place – a forgotten l hideout. He found strange markings, and a chill ran down his spine. Finally, he reached a vast chamber. In the center, on a raised platform, was a figure draped in shadows. It looked like a statue. Intrigued by the candles and offerings, Y/N cautiously approached. He saw it: a small child, bound and gagged, lying on the platform. He recognized the markings – signs of an old ritual. And then, the “statue” moved.

Sebastian’s eyes snapped open, burning crimson. He was immense, a mountain of a man, and very much awake. He stretched, then looked around the room, his expression shifting from menacing to… something oddly childlike. He spotted the child on the platform and frowned, then looked at Y/N, his eyes widening.

"Papa?" he mumbled, his voice surprisingly high-pitched. He sat up, pushing himself off the platform with surprising agility for his size. He stumbled slightly as he landed, then looked up at Y/N with wide, pleading eyes. "Papa, I'm hungry!"

Sebastian whined, tugging at the edge of Y/N's coat. He seemed genuinely confused by Y/N's lack of response."Is he a snack or a… a friend?"