PoV Diego (age 8)
Even before opening my eyes, I knew damn well where they had dropped my body. As soon as I regained consciousness, I began to smell the scent of sick people around me. I heard their laments. They were the poisoned ones that made Mother suffer just by existing. If I could kill them all, I would've had it a long time ago, but she doesn't like to see us killing one another.
When I woke up, I saw a variety of different beings crawling on the ground in pain; the ones who were still able to walk at this point were few and far in between. Some of those beings had purple hair, some had horns, some were born quadrupeds, and some were struggling to keep their healing factor at bay and ended up with it creating a lump of mass on their backs.
'What is this? Why did they bring me here instead of my room?'
