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"Authorities are still without any leads in the recent string of apparent homicides." The radio crackled out as the rain poured outside. "A reminder for everyone the bodies were found poisoned near their garden hose which someone had cut open. Police believe this may be a serial killer given they appear to have a signature.
There were papers scattered around the bodies covered in handprints. Every time the handprints have been found to belong to the victims, and were done in their own blood. It is unclear at this time if the killer forces his victims to make those prints or does it himself postmortem. If you see anyone acting suspicious do not be afraid to contact your local authorities. We must work together as a community to stop this crazed man before he is able to take anymore lives...."

The broadcast continues on with local stories, nothing near as interesting as the murders though. Rosswood park was no stranger to the strange, the internet sensation Marble Hornets had been recorded here and ever since there was an air of leathality in the park itself. Most residents thought that was where the killer had to be hiding, but so far three separate searches had turned up nothing. The most police had found was a single small shoe, the owner of the shoe was unidentified but presumed to be a missing person.... Likely dead.

15 Years Prior to this event:

On the 16th of December a child named Yue was adopted from an illegal organization in China. His "family" had believed that he was meant to be a special child, one that a god was waiting for. To them, he was an object. That is, as long as he was a male.
His family believed that this god wanted this special child to be a boy who had been transformed into a girl. For years, they held onto this belief, teaching their "son" everything they could in order to prepare him for transformation.
In his parent's cellar, where he lived, these thoughts flooded his mind. He blinked and saw the eyes of a cat staring back at him. A friend, perhaps. He thought, smiling to himself.
The little human contact he'd had, hadn't exactly been friendly. He had his teachers, who were part of his parents' organization, and then there were his parents, who would beat him if he would learn or do something wrong. He was supposed to be special, they told him. If he was to survive transformation, he would have to be strong in every way possible.
So maybe, just maybe, the cat could be his friend. The cat hadn't harmed him--- perhaps a show of friendship? He reached out to stroke the cat's fur, for once letting the thoughts of abuse and transformation slip away from his mind.

Yue kept staring into the eyes of the only other living being in the cellar, his parents' cat. It blinked at him, meowing loudly. He stroked its back hesitantly, and it let out a purr.
He's alone, too. Yue realized. "We can be alone together," he whispered aloud. The cat didn't respond.
He heard footsteps overhead, making him shiver and close his eyes slowly. Hopefully, his parents wouldn't come into the cellar.
Much to Yue's disappointment, the cat leaped down to the floor and sat down, swishing its tail back and forth slowly. Yue got up quietly, imitating the cat's careful stance. The cat turned to look at him. They were silent ghosts in the darkness of the cellar.
Yue tilted his head at the cat, hoping nobody would enter the cellar. Yue got to his feet and paced, each footstep inaudible. He ignored the noise overhead and the ghostly cat next to him, lost in his thoughts.
Another footstep echoing into the cellar made a small trickle of fear strike him. He shouldn't be so paranoid, he told himself.
As he tried to block the fear out of his mind, he searched the cellar for a source of entertainment. A sense of calm overtook him as a furry body took place next to him. He sat, cross-legged next to the cat, feeling the cold of the stone floor under him send chills up his spine.
Yue sifted through vials and cases of chemicals and substances that his parents kept stashed away in the cellar, examining each one carefully before putting it to the side. The cat stepped forward and sniffed a vial, then snorted and stalked away. Yue turned to watch it go, a twinge of sadness lodged in his gut.
He laid down on the cold ground, looking up at the ceiling. He let out a sigh and shuddered with fear as he heard low voices speaking upstairs. No doubt, one of his teachers had arrived.
No sooner than he thought this, footsteps echoed into the cellar and a person entered his line of sight. He quickly got to his feet, standing up straight and trying not to tremble.
"It's well-disciplined," his teacher noticed, and Yue shook with slight anger as he thought of how they referred to him--- It. As if he wasn't a person. He turned away, cringing at the thought of this sick human, whom thought of him as nothing more than a mere object.
"Look at your teacher, Yue," Yue's father instructed. Yue stared into the eyes of his "teacher," frightened, but trying not to show it. Although this treatment didn't quite surprise him, it didn't stop him from fearing them.
Yue's teacher examined him, muttering occasionally. After a brief moment of hesitation, they launched into their lesson. Despite Yue's clear dislike of the humans he knew in his life, he was at least happy to learn. With wisdom, came power. And power was one thing Yue longed for most in life.
As the hours passed, Yue lost track of time, soaking in as much knowledge as he could. Eventually, his teacher left, and Yue was yet again alone in the cellar. Not quite finished with learning yet, Yue walked over to a neat stack of books he kept in the corner of the room and opened one gently.
He couldn't tell how long he'd been reading, but after a while he'd finished the book. He closed it and set it aside. Then, he turned to his new acquaintance, his parents' cat. The cat approached him warily, and Yue mimicked its cautious yet curious glance. He let out a meow, so much like the cat's he surprised even himself.
This seemed to convince the cat. It approached him and rubbed against his side. From the corner of his eye, Yue could see a strange moving object. A cube? He turned and saw, indeed, a cube, flying across the room. He watched it warily, then looked to his cat friend. The cat didn't seem to notice anything unusual.
Something only I can see? Yue thought, fascinated, yet frightened. A hallucination. Yes, that's the word.
The cat purred at him, and Yue stroked its back absentmindedly. A new friend. Things only he could see. Perhaps this was a show he was rising to power? Thoughts and hopes, one by one, floated into his mind as the cube disappeared.