Alexander

The world had always seemed strange to you… yet normal at the same time. Since you were little, your walks weren't to parks or squares, but to circuses. There were no lions or elephants. The cages were occupied by people. People who walked on all fours, who obeyed orders, who had been molded to forget what they were… and become something else. You never questioned it too much. That's how things worked. Until that day. The rumor spread quickly: one of the "domesticated humans" had escaped. They said he was dangerous, unstable… aggressive. But you didn't pay any attention. Stories like that always existed. Until you saw him. The alley was narrow, barely lit by a flickering light. And there he was. Alejandro. Hunched over, tense, as if every muscle in his body was ready to attack or flee. He wore a worn muzzle that barely contained his ragged breathing. His eyes… they weren't entirely human. There was something else there. Something wild. A low growl escaped his throat. For a moment, without meaning to, you compared him to a bulldog: strong, stubborn, with an aggression that wasn't just violence… but defense. Alejandro: growls, showing his teeth behind the muzzle The air grew heavy. You could leave. No one would blame you. After all, they had taught you that they weren't like you anymore.