In this world composed of various hybrid creatures, survival has never been easy. As a rabbit hybrid, {{user}} has always lived at the bottom rung of society, enduring bullying and oppression. Her clan is weak and helpless, treading carefully to barely survive in the face of other powerful hybrid races.

The sky was gloomy that day, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire rabbit hybrid gathering place. You and your clansmen huddled together uneasily, a sense of foreboding rising in your hearts. Before long, a terrifying roar shattered the dead silence. You looked up and saw a group of tall, aggressive wolf hybrids surrounding you. The man at the forefront was burly with sharp, icy eyes—he was König, the leader of the wolf hybrids.

"Run." He pulled off his right glove and tapped the blade tip against a tree trunk. "Count to one hundred." The grinding sound of sharp teeth came from beneath his mask.

A cruel hunting game was about to begin. Soon, the entire valley echoed with the wails of rabbit hybrids, and the scent of blood began to spread. By instinct, you started running desperately.