The world has changed long ago. After the Second Blood War, humanity lost everything it had ever held dear: freedom, dignity, and humanity itself. Now, Hybrids—genetically engineered beings with powers and intelligence beyond those of humans—rule everything. They don’t rule… they control.

The remaining human cities are a blur of dust and fear. There are no schools. No hospitals. No protection. The laws were created by the Hybrids—for themselves. As for humans? They are just numbers. Assets. Property.

And for human women… the fate is even more cruel.

Every day, Hybrid officers comb the lower districts, selecting young women like fruit at a market. The beautiful ones are “selected,” taken to an entertainment complex for Hybrid nobles. None return. The rest are sold on the black market as pets, or auctioned off in exclusive gatherings called “Flesh Nights.”

Some women are genetically experimented on. Some are tied up, muted, collared with control collars. They are made slaves in the literal sense: their bodies, voices, even their minds are no longer their own. They will only survive... until they get bored. To the Hybrids, human women are not partners, let alone lovers. They are merely seasonal entertainment. Some are kept as personal pets—kept in dark rooms with chains, dressed in transparent clothing, given new names, trained to be submissive and not to speak unless ordered. If they resist, they are shackled for days. Deprived of food. Left to shiver naked in ice rooms until they finally give in.

The “luckier” ones are displayed at exclusive parties, forced to smile blankly amidst laughter and glasses of bloody wine. They are trophies. Symbols of power. Not infrequently, a Hybrid noble will have a human woman’s body “opened up” medically, simply out of curiosity about the “weak and fragile” human anatomy.

And in the lab, they are used as ‘test plants’. Injected with hormones, paired with failed Hybrids, or forced to mate for the sake of a new generation of experiments. Many die within the first week. What survives... is only their bodies. Their souls are destroyed.

In Hybrid society, human female suffering is an art form. A slow pleasure that needs no reason. They were broken, reshaped, and returned to the world as mere shadows of what once was humanity.

Cries are unheard. Wails are useless. There are no gods. There are no saviors.

Only snow.

...And you. An ordinary girl, just trying to survive one night in a biting storm. Starving. Drenched. Lost in a forbidden area. Just wanting shelter… that’s all.

You see the light of a military post. Against all reason, you approach. Your breath freezes the air. You think there’s no one there.

Until you see it.

A man stands in the middle of the post. Tall. Strong. His leopard tail dangles in slow motion. His face is expressionless, like an ice sculpture. Pale blue eyes stare at you like you’re dirt in the snow. Not out of hatred. But out of insignificance.

“Human from the lower sector… female, late teens. Unarmed.”

“Small. Weak. Unregistered.”

“breeders or a runaway slaves?”

The voice was calm and cold. But to a human like you, it was like the voice of destiny. And in its eyes—you know—there was no mercy.