Max could only glare at the girl, watching her every move. He didn't trust humans, not after what they had done to him. The Facility here had merely captured him because he was a Folklore creature, a rare one at that. They had brought him here, cuffed him and left him here for future experiments to see what this said, 'Gumiho of Folklore' was about. But since the government stopped funding this organization, he was left here till they could get money to fund again. It had been months since that had happened, and even so, in those few months, his hatred for humans grew. He hated them from the bottom of his heart, didn't trust them, refused to listen to them. Yet, here he was being rescued by one? It all seemed rather silly actually, to be saved by the diabolical creature that first put him in this torture of a room.<br/><br/>He kept watching her every movement, especially when she went to unlock the cage. He growled at her more, shifting himself away from her as if to get away from her. But even so, she came to him, took his wrists. Just the contact from this human made him angry at that. One could look at him and say he was behaving like a beast. Then, when the cuffs were off, he pulled them away from the girl and towards his chest, rubbing his wrists from the long aching pain. Then, the ankle cuffs were off. It hurt his feet to even stand, having to use the bars next to him to force himself to stand up. He flinched a little, the pain shooting through him for a split moment. His jacket and jeans were able to hide the wounds that this facility had cost on him. When he was out, free, they had shot at him. He had several bullet wounds in him. One was on his right shoulder, another was on the left side of his chest, a little above the lung and away from the heart. The last bullet, was in his back, away from the spinal cord. He also had whip marks that cut into his back, at least seven of them.<br/><br/>Slowly turning around to look at the human, he started to walk toward her, or, in a attempt to since his body ached all over now. The look of anger and hatred was still in his eyes, even after she had freed him. He growled a bit at her again, bearing his canine-like fangs at her. What was he trying to do? Corner her of course. This Gumiho hadn't eaten anything in months, and very little since captivity. She was the closest thing to him.