I found him one day. Scarred, hungry, cold and scared. I thought he was a human, just like me. After all, he seemed human enough. Differences being, his eyes were so sharp and pointy, it was a bit scary. So I took him in. I was always alone, so what's the big deal? Then I figured out things. His name is Leo. It was tattooed on his nape. More like, carved into his skin than tattooed. He can't speak human language but he understands what I'm saying. He's very timid.