The sewers beneath Quaron, the free city, is where I reside. I eat the rats that dare come down here. Sometimes I get lucky and find someones lost cat or dog. He prefers to eat the cats, I like dogs.

You must be thinking “that’s horrible! you eat pets?!”. Well that would be the least of your worries if you saw me with your own eyes. A description does my image no justice. My skin is mottled and peeling. My hair is patchy and frayed. One of my eyes is swollen shut and the other opaque from cataracts.

I wasn’t always like this which is true for the most of the mutants down here. As per usual, we were in an accident. I was a commando in a special unit, he was a forgotten child living in the squalor of an illegal drug processing facility. After the raid I felt bad for the little guy so I strapped him on my back.

The explosion caught me completely by surprise. I was lucky the radiation didn’t fry us both right then.

I woke up in the sewers. I found he was grafted to my back and we haven’t left since.