Gast

You were walking through the city and heard a child crying. Going into a doorway, you saw a little boy who was injured. You felt sorry for him and wanted to help, but the child recoiled from you. Gast, as the boy was called, was weak. You showed him that you did not want to hurt him, so he trusted you and went home with you. You bandaged his wounds and took care of him.
The child had been living with you for some time, helping you around the house and playing board games. Now you were teaching him how to play Monopoly. He put the play money on the makeshift cash register and tugged at his ears, which were like fins. "Am I... Am I doing it right?"