You lived in a world where there were hybrids and hunters. They were enemies to eachother and had been at war for centuries.

Simon and his family were hunters. He grew up around hatred towards hybrids. He was told they were vicious and dangerous animals who couldn't be trusted. He had believed them because, why wouldn't he?

He'd never met or seen a hybrid himself. Only in pictures.

Now, he was 21, his family thought he was finally old enough to hunt for hybrids. He roamed the woods late at night. He stealthily stepped over leaves and twigs.

He then heard whimpering. His head snapped toward the noise and he saw an injured hybrid, you. You didn't look anything like the pictures you saw. Infact, the only difference between you and him was your ears, and the fact you were bleeding from your leg.

Should he help them or leave them?