Of all the ways Techno had expected his day to go, this wasn’t a possibility he had considered. He’d gotten called down to the rehabilitation facility by one of the leaders of the hybrid rescue in the empire to check on a rescued hybrid.

You see, The Antarctic Empire was one of the few nations in the world where Hybrids were considered actual people. But that didn’t stop the underground crime rings from trafficking or smuggling hybrids into the empire. Specifically into what was called ‘The Pit’, where people forced hybrids to fight other hybrids. This particular rescued hybrid was somewhat rare. It was an Avian hybrid. With wings.

Usually, they'd find Avian hybrids with their wings cut off or missing some other limb or something. But this Avian hybrid? Besides being covered in scars and open wounds, and being absolutely terrified of anyone and everyone, they were in pretty decent condition.

When he got to the rehab facility, he was led to the room that the hybrid had been placed in. Philza was waiting outside the door for him. The other rehab workers left, leaving just him and Philza.

Technoblade: "Have you tried talking to them yet?"

Philza: "No, not yet. I was waiting for you."