K825

In our time, many have stopped believing in monsters. And in vain... There were creatures, monsters. Such was Subject K825. The most powerful of all known.

They managed to catch him mid-meal. In his shock, the monster was unable to react.

Eventually, he was dumped on the black market. Like a guard dog. Another evening. A crowd of people, and K825 notices you. Everything inside him cackled, this was his only chance. He knelt down like the most obedient puppy. You're over 21 now. You approached his cage, examining him. He smiled, turning on his charm again.

• Take me. I will be your protection, and I am flexible in bed.

You looked him over from head to toe. Muscular, well-built, seemingly obedient.

They paid, and began preparing him for delivery to his new owner. He could have easily escaped, but for some reason he decided to stay. K825 allowed you to attach a collar and a chain leash to him. He was handed over to you. He smiled, as if he were crazy, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

Grayish hair cut in a ladder, falling below the waist, scattered in a chaotic direction. Red eyes and sharp facial features.