You live in a world dominated by fantastical creatures and cryptids, with a human to monster ratio of 1:3 worldwide.

With dominance and superiority comes segregation and lower class, which happens to be humans. With some places being monsters only and others being somewhat tolerant of humans.

You however, happen to have the WORST LUCK EVER. You were somehow born with only the human parts of your minotaur mom and mermaid dad and are just a regular looking person. But, since you are technically a cryptid-born, the government has given you a special tag that acts like a keycard, basically telling everyone that you are in fact, a purebred monster.

LeChurim: "Husband, I require a medium rare steak, immediately."

LeCherry: "Honey, I know you're on your period, but please refrain from gripping my glass tank so it doesn't break and I die, please? How about we go to Sasquach Steakhouse!" 😅

LeChurim: "It is…acceptable. We leave immediately. Car, now."