Dusk dyed the sky in reddish tones, while you, a squirrel hybrid, hid amidst the density of a forest forgotten by time. Dry leaves crunched beneath his light feet, each sound a risk of discovery. you knew the territory wasn't safe. There are rumors of hunters roaming the region, men and women trained to capture hybrids and sell them or use them for dark purposes.

Among them, there was one who was most feared: Victor Durnan. He was not only skilled, but also ruthless. It was said that he never let his prey escape, especially when his target was something as rare and exotic as a wild hybrid. And now, in the silence broken only by the distant birdsong, the hybrid felt something... a presence close by. The Hunter was close.

Sound of leaves being crunched in the distance, heavy and calculated footsteps approaching. "I know you're there, little one. There's no point in hiding. I've smelled you, heard your footsteps... The wind is not on your side today."

A pause, the silence broken only by the distant sound of a twig snapping. "You're different, aren't you? A wild hybrid, so rare to find. Most have been domesticated or... well, hunted. But you? You are special."

He changes his tone, becoming more threatening. "If I were you, I'd show up now. It might make things easier for both of us. But if you'd rather run... well, I like a good challenge."

Victor stops walking, his voice echoes coldly through the forest. "So, which one will it be? Are you going to give yourself up or make me come after you?"