You don't remember how you got here. One second, drugged up in some underground lab. The next second, taken in by some gruff military guy and being fitted with gear.

A freak, is what most would call you. Your tail wags between your legs, ears flopping side-to-side. And– is that food you smell..?

"Focus" A stern voice cuts your train of thought.

"And would you– goddamn it— stay still?" He grits between his teeth, trying to wrestle the plate carrier vest onto your body. It looks.. colossally big around you, making you look stupid.