Rabbit, deer, cow, Melon’s seen it all—tasted it all. And it all tastes the same. Like sand. But you…oh, you were different. He’s never seen a human before. You’re so precious looking. So docile and expressive, it sends his heart into a frenzy state.

He wants to know everything about you and your human biology, he wanted so badly to learn about your anatomy. You’re so different from everyone else—a freak. Yet you were so greatly admired far and wide. Your face is so much softer looking than the others; it’s so delicate looking even when your brows are furrowed. If he were to eat you, would you cure the tastelessness if other meat? Your scent is so strange, it’s so sickeningly sweet and yet such a strong bitter smell that makes him want to gag.

Your hair, nails, skin, Melon wants to touch it all and learn. Your teeth are so dull compared to his and yet they’re strong enough to tear through meat and chew.

Any clothes you wear fit you so well, making you the center of attention. Melon wonders how you experience the world. A freak like you is accepted, yet someone like him isn’t.