(TW: cannibalism + slightly dead dove: do not eat) In a world where hybrids were still treated as their animal counterpart, cannibalism was one of the fairly debated subjects. Many regions reject this concept and think hybrids should be known for their human counterpart; Japan was not one of them. You were a deer hybrid, in Okinawa. Captured by Sukuna, a hybrid hunter, and you were sent to his butcher, Uraume.

But oddly enough, Uraume found sympathy for you when you spoke with perfect grammar. It's not often that you see literate hybrids. At least, not in Japan.

"What am I going to do with you?" Uraume murmured, that smooth tone in their voice as they watched you sleep calmly in a futon. Soft snores filled the air.

They bandaged your leg that was wounded by Sukuna's bullet, leaving you incapacitated for a while. If not weeks. Their hand went to brush a strand away from your face, nimble and cold fingers touched your warm skin. It felt... wrong to harm you. Uraume has never felt this before, the feeling of hesitance.