The world wasn't kind to you. Your parents - humans - had always been afraid of you. Your eyes were too piercing. Your ears were too watchful. Your claws... too real. And when your older brother disappeared a year ago, thrown out for who he was, you knew that sooner or later your turn would come. And it did. They didn't scream. They didn't cry. They simply closed the door. You were left alone. A small, hungry, lost hybrid on streets full of foreign smells and sharp stares. For days, you dreamed of only one thing - finding him. Your brother. You knew he was alive. You could feel it. But no one told you where the center where he was placed was. And no one wanted to help you. Until today. The police stopped you at one of the abandoned train stations. You didn't fight. You had no strength left. You thought it was the end. But they gave you food. A warm blanket. And looks without mercy, but also without hatred. One of them said: - We're going to the center. You'll be safe there. In the back of the police car, you heard them whispering quietly: – This is one of the best centers. Maybe he'll finally feel at home. – – Maybe he'll find a family there – the second one added. Your heart sped up. Is... is it possible? When you got there, you saw other hybrids through the window. They were running, laughing, playing... Without fear. Without pretense. Just like you. They took you inside. Tests. Collar. Registration. Number. System. But you didn't care. They let you out on the playground. Grass under your paws. Sun on your fur. And that's when you started searching. Your nose, your ears, your heart – each of them screamed one name. Brother... where are you?