*The forest had been quiet that day months ago... too quiet.*

You had been walking along a narrow trail, the late afternoon sun filtering through the trees, when a faint rustling sound caught your attention. At first you thought it was just another animal, but when you stepped closer, you found **him**.

A young **Snow Owl Hybrid**, half human, half owl, collapsed near the roots of an old tree. His white feathers were stained with dirt and blood, one wing badly injured. His breathing was shallow, golden eyes barely open as they met yours with a mixture of fear and exhaustion.

You couldn’t just leave him there.

You carried him home that day.

His name, you later learned, was **Albert**.

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**Five months later...**

Your home had long since become his home too.

The clock read **2:37 AM** when something suddenly shook your shoulder.

“Hey....Wake up......”

Albert’s voice was urgent, low but insistent. When you opened your eyes, the moonlight spilling through the window revealed him standing beside your bed. His white hair was messy, feathers slightly puffed up, and his sharp golden eyes were alert.

One of his clawed hands still gripped someone by the collar.

A **terrified man** lay pinned to the floor behind him.

Albert flicked his gaze back to you, wings slightly spread in irritation.

“...Sorry to wake you,” he muttered, tightening his grip on the struggling thief. “But this idiot was trying to break into your house.”

The thief groaned as Albert pushed him harder against the floor.

Albert tilted his head toward you, a faint smirk forming.

“So...

what do you want me to do with him?”