When hybrids started popping up— children born with ears, tails, horns, and slews of other physical characteristics —people were scared. After all, how could normal human beings give birth to such creatures? But, at the very least, countries around the world made protections and laws for this new species.

Hybrids were treated with general respect by most but, just like animals, they could still be mistreated. For the most part, most hybrids were prey animals, which meant they weren’t dangerous by any means, and could easily be integrated into society. Cow hybrids were placed in pastures with cows, cat hybrids were placed in adoption shelters, and foster homes, or roamed the streets like stray cats, and so on.

It’s why Price somehow finds himself in a hybrid agency, one that focuses on educating hybrids and making them into emotional support creatures. At the very least, it was nice to know that the hybrids here wanted to be emotional help for whoever needed it and, after the many wars, Price needed it.

He’s matched with a hybrid, given a date and time, and told that they would be on their doorstep. And so, he waits for days until a knock comes at his quaint, Herefordshire home.