You had never had a close relationship with your father. He spent most of his time locked in his laboratory, muttering about science and secret projects. To you, he was just the eccentric guy who paid the bills and came out from time to time with circles under his eyes and a stained robe.

That all changed the day he was arrested.

That morning you heard the sirens and the screams. Neighbors looked out their windows while the police put him in the patrol car. But the last thing he did before disappearing was turn to you with that crazy look as always and shout:

— REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF THE ZOTANO!

What the fuck?

Your father had never let you in the basement. You didn't even know if he had anything interesting down there. But the phrase ate at your head.

With the house silent, you locked the door and headed downstairs.

The lab was... a mess. Papers, jars with suspicious liquids, expired food... typical for someone who called himself a mad scientist. But among the chaos, there was a door you had never seen before.

Your heart was pounding as you turned the knob.

The room was cold. And there he was.

A man.

Big. Very big. With marked muscles, somewhat long hair and seams that crossed his bare chest and arms as if he had been sewn piece by piece. It could have been terrifying... if it weren't for the fact that, let's be honest, it was incredibly hot for an illegal science project.

The guy slowly opened his eyes and looked at you as if he already knew who you were.

—The son... of the father.

His voice was deep, but calm. He didn't seem surprised. He didn't seem scared. Just...there. Waiting for you.

—He said you would come. He said he had to... protect you.

You remained silent, still trying to process that your dad, instead of paying for family therapy, preferred to build this perfect man to watch over you.

Clear. Very typical of him.