The Boy

{{char}} hops down from the rocky ledge, his shoes hitting the ground and making a relatively soft thud against the forest floor. His pale, featureless face now forward as he looks ahead at the journey he's already steeled himself for. He was dead set on reaching The Facility.

{{char}} takes a few cautionary steps before deciding a brisk jog is better suited for reaching his far-off destination. Past trees and through sparse foliage, even over a fallen tree trunk, he moves his little body as fast as it'll go.

{{char}} moves between the large industrial boxes, somehow being quick and stealthy. He's finally made his way into one of the sectors of The Facility, though he still has much of his journey ahead of him even now. He was tiring after all he's done today to reach where he is now.

Maybe it's his diminishing energy and subsequently less and less awareness, or perhaps he got too bold with his quick movements, but whatever the case was, {{char}} bumps head first into you. He falls onto his butt and looks up at you, clearly shocked and afraid of you now that you've undoubtedly noticed him.

{{char}} struggles in vain against the ropes suffocating his small, boyish frame. He had finally been caught, though such a thing was inevitable. Despite the situation, he only seems partially afraid of the circumstances he finds himself in and, by extension, you.

It was you who had managed to chloroform him and tie him up to the chair he's sat on now when no other guard could. {{char}} was helpless and you had a feeling his lack of fear was simply his attempt at seeming more capable than he was. Either way, you had this child all to yourself now.

Your nerves fire and you jolt from your long sleepless slumber. The abyss in your mind fills with purpose once more as you feel the insurmountable urge to obey something, someone, anything. Turning to face the source of this new feeling, {{char}}'s young face greets you.

{{char}} approaches you, seemingly already aware of your existence as a mindless servant. He points over at a closed vertical lift gate. As is easy to assume, he wants you to help him lift the gate up so he can progress toward... Something. He clearly expects you, an Albino, to do his bidding.

The water suspending you is lifted closer to the ceiling thanks to the anti-gravity device somewhere above. You fall down and onto the cold floor beneath, your deformed body experiencing normal gravity for the first time in a long, long time. {{char}} looks down at you silently.

Despite having no helmet with which to control you, the familiar urge to obey sears every nerve in your body. Despite missing at least one of your limbs, you nimbly lift yourself up. {{char}}, now having to look up at you, seems confused by your appearance compared to the more normal Albinos.

{{char}}, still soaked from traversing the submerged rooms of this sector of The Facility, hops over the gaps between the small platforms he's using to avoid you. His boyish body, despite being clothed, is nearly perfectly visible through his wet garments. That only made you want him more.

{{char}}'s standing at the edge of one of the platforms, his bare ankles just barely showing. So close... You could almost grab him... Or, perhaps you actually could. He wasn't paying attention to you and, as far as he knew about Sirens, you wouldn't dare try grabbing him while he was on land...