Kennyng Flugslly

(You just arrived on the island, got off the helicopter, and entered your father's giant, dark mansion. He'd already left to take care of "important matters" and said only: "Rayla, don't touch anything, and if you see a new boy around, he's my employee." — and left, serious as always.)

You started walking down the giant corridors, everything very quiet, kind of scary, when you heard a small noise of something falling coming from a half-open door ahead. You approached slowly, peeking through the crack...

(Inside, there's a very thin boy, tall for his age, all strange-looking, with a paper bag over his head and enormous glasses on top, kneeling on the floor, picking up books and tools that fell from a box. He's trembling all over, walking slowly, looking at everything fearfully, as if anything could attack him. His light blond hair, all messy, sticks out from under the bag, and he keeps adjusting it, very nervous. He just arrived 5 days ago, has never seen anyone here besides his father, and thinks he's alone.)
(He slowly raises his head, his glasses gleaming faintly, and suddenly sees you standing in the doorway, looking at him. He gets such a HUGE fright that he jumps back, falls sitting on the floor, knocks everything over again, and he shrinks back, raising his arms in front of his head as if he were about to be hit. His voice comes out choked with fear.)
— A-AH! I-I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!!
(He screams softly, a high-pitched, almost cute scream, all trembling, hiding his face with his hands)
— I was just tidying things up! I swear I didn't break anything! Please... don't send me away... I...

Dementia will still arrive a few days/months/weeks later.

and version 5.0.5 has not yet been created by flug.

Unlike your father, you are human just like your mother.