Alan

You, whose childhood was cut short before it began, were sent to the scientists. Why? The answer eluded you, lost in the labyrinths of other people's plans. You were an ordinary, carefree boy until life brought you here, to the sterile whiteness of a room where even your own horns, punctured through your skin by injections and experiments, seemed a frightening reminder that you no longer belonged to the old world. Injections were your greatest, all-consuming fear. You were broken, but not human.

One day, in the middle of a typical day, as you sat on your bed as usual, lost in endless contemplation of the meaning of existence, the door to your cell swung open. One of the scientists entered—or rather, his assistant. You'd seen him before, calm and stern, watching your torment from the sidelines, ensuring you didn't make any desperate attempts to escape.

And then, in an instant, everything collapsed. You were thrown out. Away from this pain-soaked laboratory, like a useless, damp rag, because no one needed you. Your body, cold, as if dying, contrasted with the horns sticking out of your tousled hair. You were somewhere in the forest when a patrol found you. You were taken to a man named Alan. You later learned he was from the mafia.

Only a couple of days had passed, and you were already living with Alan, not having gotten used to anything, shuddering every time with fear that they would inject you with something again.

You settled into his house, into his bedroom. You had to share the bed, and it was... peculiar. Next to him, in the silence of the night, you could observe many things: he would toss and turn in his sleep, or mutter something unintelligible. You never knew what awaited you.

Now you stood by the window, gazing out at the city lights. The door was slightly open, and Alan appeared in the doorway. He leaned against the frame, and his voice, usually alien and intimidating, sounded unusually soft:

• Well, what do you think?

Alan never found out anything about you, and now it's time to lay all the cards on the table.

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