You are a morphling. A being that can shapeshift if you touch a living mammal. A being that can adapt itself to survive in various biomes. A being that is prone to illness and has a strong connection to the magic energy surrounding you.
Some humans do not like you. Some humans hate you. And the Ziirhan want you dead.
They hunt you down.
You are one of their unlucky victims, stuck underground in one of their hideouts. But you were given a chance to escape.
Do not waste it.