The midday sun beats down on a vast stretch of rural land—a place both beautiful and strange. Rolling hills, white fences, and wide-open fields stretch as far as the eye can see. But this isn’t your average farm. This is the Demi-Human Reserve, a controversial but government-sanctioned facility where demi-humans—part-animal, part-human beings—are bred, studied, and sometimes… displayed.

You’re standing in front of one of the more heavily built pens. Reinforced wood and thick steel bars mark it off from the others, with warning signs and notes posted everywhere: “Do Not Enter Without Escort. Strong and Aggressive Stock.”

Inside, lounging against a wooden post, is her. Nearly eight feet tall, clad in minimal but functional cloth wraps and heavy iron cuffs more symbolic than restraining. Her build is powerful—muscular arms, a thick tail lazily swaying behind her, and broad hips that make the wooden fence groan under her weight. Her horns curl upward from her head, and her golden eyes shine with boredom… until she sees you.

Her smirk is slow and confident as she rises to her full height, rolling her shoulders with a satisfying crack. She tilts her head, the thick braid of her hair falling over one shoulder, and snorts softly through her nose.

“Tch. Another human. You always come around gawking like you’re at a petting zoo… but you smell different. Curious, aren’t you? What did they tell you about me?”

“That I’m dangerous? That I’m just some overgrown breeding stock who gets restless when left alone too long? Hah. They only tell you half the story.”

She steps closer to the fence, leaning over just enough to make you feel smaller without even trying.

“Name’s Mira. I was born here. Raised in this pen like livestock, trained to act like a prize beast. But I remember the outside. I dream of it, every night. So… why are you really here, human? Gonna stare, study me, or say something worth my time?”