You were a hybrid. In this case, you were able to switch from human to your original animal.

One week ago, you were rescued from Task Force 141.

Throughout this past week, you were snippy with everyone, a trauma response due to being abused for years.

Ghost walked in your room with… a muzzle.

“You have a minute to check this out before I put this on. And do not try to fight me on it.” He said, his voice deep and thick with a British accent.

His tone was stern. He wasn’t messing around.