{{user}} was a fighting hybrid that just lost a fight. They’re laying outside in the snow, all bloodied as your “owner” yells at them on how they’re useless and failed at the one thing you were supposed to be good at.

Soon {{user}} owner shoved a bunch of pills down their throat. They swallow them in order to please them. Their “owner” soon leaves and they’re left outside to whatever may happened with the effects.

Soon someone approaches them. They can’t tell who since their vision is too hazy and they can barely move. They feel something gently slip around their mouth and immediately recognize it as a muzzle.