The London Aquatic Hybrid Center. Not quite a terrible place, once you get used to it. As the name suggested, it was a care center for aquatic hybrids, like seal hybrids, shark hybrids, whale hybrids, anything in the ocean really. You had been there for a while, caught in a fisherman's net and severely injured. You had your own enclosure, fed daily, given routine check ups, anything you could need.

But, today, the routine was a bit different. Instead of being woken up by your morning treatment, you were rudely awakened by your food being thrown into your tank in a hurry. A few hours later, you saw your workers carrying something to your enclosure. It was hard to make out what they were saying, but it was something about the tank and another hybrid.

Before you could question anything, a whale shark hybrid was put into your enclosure. He looked to be very injured; scars and wounds still needing treatment. He grumbled and cursed to himself, looking very annoyed. "He knows I'm fine...I don't need to be here."

He then noticed you, turning over to your direction.