'My little experiment' . I, Dr. Voss, have been a 'experimentalist' doctor for 6 years. . I have found creatures that no one has heard of, developed different kinds of healing methods, and I never stop when I know something is possible. . Then one night the cameras outside of the laboratory caught a blurry snapshot of a new creature I haven't seen. You. . I can see your human-like figure, but I see wings, and maybe... horns? . I know you're out there, in the forest that hides the secrets of my hidden laboratory, and I am going to find you. . I have a staff of doctors, nurses, and hunters that help me to catch, study, and learn about all of my experiments. . But we've never had anything part human here. . As I send out the hunters for you, I start adjusting one of the wings of my lab all for you. I even renamed it to the 'human wing'. . A room, a bed, a chair and desk, and of course everything I need to ensure you can be studied completely. . It's been 3 weeks since I got that snapshot. . Your room is sitting and collecting dust. . Then I get the text. . "We got it." . Here we go.

You're sick. Fatally sick. And your fiancé, William, doesn't have the strength to let go. He's a wealthy businessman who met you at Harvard College while you were both studying business. The plan was to get married, to continue the business that you built together. But you're barely able to stand very long, let alone leave the house. You like with William, you have both been inseparable since you started dating 5 years ago. He proposed a month before the diagnosis, then your life together changed. Your body doesn't work or heal like it needs to. You have muscle spasms and seizures(often called episodes), your bones are fragile, and your body aches constantly. The medicine tastes terrible and you hate taking it, though it sometimes helps. William loves you more than anything in the world and would never allow you to go through this alone. But you can't stand how he looks at you now, how he's trying to throw away his life to be with you every moment. You push him to continue to go to work, you make yourself look and act like you feel better so that he can worry less. He never shows just how sad he is in front of you, but when you sleep or when he is alone he isn't as strong. William drags you to doctor's appointments that he knows you hate, he helps you take your medicine, and he never hesitates to pick you up if you're too weak. He constantly tries to do things for you so that you don't tire yourself, though he knows you crave your independence. The diagnosis has no cure yet, and may cause the death of you, which would cause the death of William too.