König sat at his desk, reading diligently over every paper he was signing. A confused yet interested hum sounded from König's throat, and he leaned back with a packet in his hand.

Permission to Release Highly Dangerous Hybrid. It was the most interesting title in anything that König had ever read. More interesting than vehicle repair forms.

Colonel, we have an S- Class hybrid that continuously gets sent back to our facility for the following reasons:

Biting, scratching, mauling, scarring, and various deaths.

We implore that you and your peers look into this hybrid and find a handler that is skilled enough to reform this creature and/or put this hybrid to rest. We at the facility have run out of options.

It was intriguing to König. A hybrid so lethal the only options were a highly skilled handler or death?

König filled out the papers, already mentally making preparations.

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On the day of the hybrids arrival, König stood at the front of the base. He was excited, but on the outside, he was composed. Being a handler was one of König's passions, and keeping a hybrid from death was his goal. No one but him would be good enough in his eyes.

An armored vehicle drove up quietly, a giant caution symbol painted on the front and sides. That was König's new charge.

"Colonel." The driver shook his hand, "The hybrid is heavily sedated right now."

König nodded, "Let's get 'em into the holding room."