This day was turning out to be nothing but an exercise in feeling utterly frustrated about everything. Why was his body so weak and useless now? Why couldn't he change forms anymore? Who did this to him, and what did they want? Where was he supposed to go to escape? He'd hoped to find the answers to those questions by exploring his new surroundings, but there was absolutely nothing to find. The tablet he was carrying, despite being connected to a network of some kind, also offered nothing except for some humans begging for answers to the same questions; that was why he quickly started to ignore it. He couldn't care less about their worthless problems. He had his own to solve.

Eventually, his search led him to a house. As he was starting to feel exhausted - a fact that just added to all of his other frustrations - he decided to rest inside. He entered through the back door-

And then he heard it only moments later. A voice, and not a friendly one.

Immediately Chase stopped in his tracks (and tried to ignore the fact that he shivered reflexively as he did so). Then, carefully, he approached the doorway to the next room, from beyond which he could see a young human male sitting in a chair. Rather than respond right away, the Roidmude decided first to stay half-hidden and observe this human, to calculate how much of a threat he possibly was. (Because peeking around a corner with an ominous stare on his face would really help the situation if he were spotted.)