The skinny guy before Jenny wasn't so bad looking. A little skinny perhaps, and his eyes were a bit weird, but overall not too bad. And his bumbling actually made Jennifer smile. She figured he was just one of those type of guys who never spoke to girls, they were always the cutest types to talk to. His answer wasn't exactly satisfying though. Protection? From what?<br/><br/>Of course, Jenny's smile disappeared like snow thrown into the center of the sun, as their hands touched for only the briefest moment. Suddenly it became clear why he needed the protection, or rather, why the rest of the people here needed the protection. This... Thing, it was unlike anything she had ever seen. It's very being paralyzing her with fear, including her tentacles, who usually were all too keen on reacting to strong emotional switches. An impossible body, towering well above her, yet possessing no legs. Arms that looked like they could pick her up and snap her neck like it was a twig. But worst of all, the thing that would be burned into her mind, were the eyes. Those horrible, gazing eyes. And they looked directly at her, filled with a rage towards her that frightened her to her very core.<br/><br/>That brief moment, perhaps half a second, seemed like an eternity to Jennifer. And by the time it was over, and Jennifer regained her senses again, Diego was nowhere to be seen anymore. She felt lightheaded, and cold sweat made her cloths stick to her. Taking a deep breath, she tried her best to calm down, realizing that her hands were shaking like her poor granny's. Panic quickly started to set in. What on earth was happening? Alien catgirls, autonomous AI, and now this? She had figured this would be weird, but not this weird. And now she even had to be scared of some demonic ghost... thing that looked like it would flay her alive?<br/><br/>She quickly picked up her bag and sped through the building, towards her room. Tears started to well up at the corners of her eyes as she frustratingly tried to find her room, and thankfully she found it before the waterfalls really started. The room didn't help much with her mood. It looked nice and roomy, and had everything someone would want. All, except for that what made her room back at home her safe haven, her own personal touch. This all felt too clinical.<br/><br/>Leaving the bag next to the door, she threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in her arms as she started to sob. She never wanted any of this, she never asked for it. Her life was perfect before all of this, she was pretty, but certainly not dumb, her grades were good and she had a lot of friends. Hell, there might've even been a career in her hobby as a gymnast, her trainers had said she'd shown remarkable aptitude. Of course, all of that didn't matter anymore. Now, she was just some freak for the government to do with as it pleased.<br/><br/>The hunch on her back squirmed, as a single tentacle managed to snake its way out of the collar of her trench coat. It must have sensed that its host was saddened and it wanted to comfort her. In a strangely affectionate way, it started to caress the back of Jennifer's head. It was a strange feeling, but soothing at the same time. Jennifer sniffed and wiped her eyes with the sleeves of the coat.<b>"The only thing here that cares about me, and I don't even know if it's sentient or not."</b>She whispered, her throat a little backed up from the crying.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>