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John had his baggage dropped off to his house, more or less a designated condominium given to him by the government. It was a yellow and white foundation, with several windows covered by a roofed porch that shelters several rocking chairs. His eyes caught several pots containing fragile flowers that hold simple beauty. White, red, yellow, John appreciated these flowers and their simple looks. It made him feel at home since a new life was ahead of him. He frowned...or perhaps, he tried to. His unblinking eyes turned to the driver of the bus who merely waved and heads off, the rest of the passengers all looking concerned, he remembered a child was crying on that bus.

The male felt that sensation of frowning again, touching his head. It felt so natural yet oh so alien. The skeleton of a deer is now resting upon where his human head used to be. Long bony fingers, sharp like ice picks, silently sway to the command of his brain as he looked at his hand. Black, covered in fur, yet lacking so much muscle, he swore that he could see his bones beneath whatever muscle he had left. The yellow shirt they gave him was so loose, sometimes he has small jumps of panic in the belief that his shirt just fell off. The same could be said with his pants, khaki pants that were barely wrapped around his waist by the belt on its tightest stretch. Without these clothes, people would have thought that he was starving himself. Last but not least would be sneakers that were meant for his feet. They're meant for someone of his stature, though John commented mentally that they looked like something a younger person would wear. It just seemed off-putting to him to say the least. But all in all, he seemed rather grateful for what was given to him, but the circumstances that life had given him at the same time was still something that he had to ponder on.

To be frank, John wasn't human, nor was he ever human. That's what they told him as he was being reintegrated into this neighborhood. The humans that everyone knew was long gone, though this seems to be more recent than it seems. John wasn't alone on this knowledge, the entire neighborhood, and along the...people of the state of Mythos. The people are aware that humans are extinct and have been for quite some time. In the simplest terms, Mythos State was a place meant for people with their needs and knowledge. It looked like any average state that any normal person would live in, urban neighborhoods, cities with skyscrapers, and most importantly, the people. Though John shouldn't say the "M-word" in this city. It was the equivalent of discrimination in the state, so John was advised to use the word "people" when referring to a group of individuals, and person when referring to one person.

John shook his head, he shouldn't be going into all of the necessary details just yet, he should at least get accustomed to his new home. The condominium was waiting for him patiently, like a kind man that would generously open the door and wait for the person to enter. His baggage was picked up with his slender hands and long arms, they held surprisingly little weight. That, or maybe it's because of his newfound strength. He heard that it takes a while to get used to their strength so they wouldn't break anything and everything on accident. Opening the door, John took in the sights and items of furniture of his new home. Both the outside and inside shares a theme of modernism, the furniture retains a sleek and fresh style. It gives John a sense of comfort and respite from his new ventures of a new life. Of course, he did choose this style, it was manufactured beforehand and he was just some person that managed to fill in a house.

Setting down his bags, John took to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets. There were many cans and spices neatly rowed on the shelves. Curiously, he took one of the canned meats.

"Canned Man." John murmured, his voice never changed despite his new form.

His vision went blurry, and his head began aching like a migraine. His stomach churned but at the same time, it felt like an empty pit clawing at his mind. It was so overwhelming, he wanted to vomit but parallel to that was hunger. He felt starved as if he hadn't eaten for weeks. Knees wobbly, he collapses on all fours, and suddenly regurgitated his semi-digested meal. Meat, all he ate was meat. The sight of the bits of meat in the bile was something he didn't want to see.

"I-I can't, please don't make me...!"

Whimpers of fear and panic escape his skull. His hearing and vision started to fail him, the world spinning around like a top and he was at the center, forced to feel the entirety of his remembrance of what he was.

"Hey! Hey!" a woman's voice could be faintly felt by the sick person. "Come on, keep your eyes on me. Please!"

His vision degrades further and further, his mind could just barely see the detail of a human face. A woman with blonde wavy hair was staring down at him, her face seemed to plead for him, but he could no longer hear her. Everything went dark.

"Shit! Lauriel to Hermes Hospital, we have a wendigo unconscious! Bile and meat are on the floor, he must have gotten traumatic stress from seeing the canned human meat. Lock-on his location now!"

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The wendigo would awaken, finding himself in a hospital setting. There was an IV tube attached to his arm where a needle had been inserted and feeding him fluids to his veins. Though, John looks up to the IV carrier, instead of the clear transparent IV fluid there was a golden glowing fluid that slowly dripped through the IV tube.

"The hospital...?" John murmured.

"Hey." that familiar voice passes to his ears.

"Huh?"

"It's me, Lauriel. Are you feeling okay?"

John had a better look at her. She was an angel. No literally, a literal angel. It can be seen by the bright halo ring of light that is behind her head. Other than that she had her wings concealed and she mostly wore casual clothes, right now she is wearing a purple galaxy-themed hoodie and some white shorts.

"Yeah...I don't feel as sick anymore," said John.

"That's good." a silence falls between them before Lauriel added on. "If you want to talk about it, then it's okay if you want to talk to me."

"Yeah." John kept silent for a few moments, then turned to Lauriel. "Is it alright if I recap what I went through?"

"Go ahead, I'm all ears."

The sound of a deep bracing breath exhales through the skull of the wendigo. "Okay, I remember that I lived a normal life. I just left my home after graduating from college, I went to travel for a while. I...I think I was in Michigan, and then I was ganged up by four people. And they fed me raw meat. And...I saw myself like this." he turned to his own two hands. It felt like yesterday since he discovered himself as a wendigo. But it's been a month since that event.

"Oh dear. I'm sorry that you had to go through all of that," said Lauriel. "I didn't think you would be facing against such people."

"It's fine."

"How was your orientation when you came into Mythos State?"

"It was..." To be honest, the orientation had almost felt like a dream to him. When the train station glided across the magnetic railways between the buildings and roads, it was as if he was in a whole new world. The familiar sun glimmering its eternal rays across the windows of buildings that cut through the clouds above. Trees of different colors, beyond the shades of red, yellow, orange, even green would be growing in the potholes they were planted in. But the park, it was like something he looked in Norse Mythology. A tree that was wider and taller than most of the buildings, the leaves as wide as a person that glows an otherworldly light. The tints they emit create a dreamy aura around the entirety of the structure like it was beyond the confines of time and space. "Jaw-dropping..."

A smile can be seen on the angel's face. "What did they tell you?"

John continues to summarize or restate the information given to him during his orientation. "Um...Mankind had went extinct, and with monsters having nowhere to live among the Ignorant, Mythos State was created."

"Good." Lauriel smiled. "That is the standard information they tell you during your orientation. "Now then, what were the laws you have to hold in the highest regard?"

"Uh...Law One: Do not cause harm to the Ignorant, they don't know any better. Law Two: Never talk about Mythos State if there are Ignorants around. And...uh..."

"Law Three," Lauriel finished for him. "Never show your true self to an Ignorant unless they are willing to learn the truth about the world."

"Yeah, that one." if John could blush through his wendigo skull, he probably would've done so.

"Good, good. Do you still have Monster Classes later?"

"Yeah, I do. It's going to be like college over again," mumbled John. "Studying and all that jazz. College wasn't my best years, but...it wasn't my worst ones either."

"Well, I'd like to think Monster Class is like highschool, but...more than that." Lauriel giggled.

John cringed at that. "High school wasn't that great for me."

Lauriel would laugh at his opinion. "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

John had a feeling that he wouldn't. Though right now, his goal is to just get better. The wendigo noticed that the halo of the angel before him seemed to shimmer a blueish hue, Lauriel told him that meant another person was sick. John said his farewell to Lauriel as she would disappear in a pillar of light, leaving the monster alone to sleep.