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.

He's anything but weak.

He likes warmth.

He doesn't like darkness.

He likes sweets.

He would ask for sweet treats at the strangest times of the day.

He likes sweet scented anything.

He's always hungry.

Oh, and he's not completely human.