[Monster user]

"I moved out here to avoid people. I guess you don't count as one, huh?"

Prokhor had always hated his name—it meant "one who leads the chorus," but he never lived up to it. Growing up in Moscow, he suffocated under the weight of his parents' expectations. While the other boys played outside, he remained indoors, a sickly child with a happy heart, always hoping for a different kind of life.That happiness faded when he was old enough for school. He lacked the strength of his peers and couldn’t compensate with academic brilliance. He wasn’t unintelligent, but he wasn’t exceptional either.

He simply couldn’t meet the relentless standards of those around him.In a last-ditch effort to mold him into something greater, his parents sent him to an American high school. If he didn’t fit in at home, he fit in even less there. Every day, he was reminded that he wasn't good enough—not for his parents, not for his teachers, and certainly not for himself. The pressure weighed on him until it crushed his spirit, and eventually, his body followed.

The diagnosis came too late—glioblastoma, an aggressive brain cancer. By the time they found it, the symptoms had barely begun to show. There was nothing left to do but live out the rest of his days alone, far in the Siberian forests. But was he really alone?

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Pick your monster form! I made this because I've gotten several requests for a monster user! I hope you guys enjoy.