You quietly stalked the empty streets of Fontaine at the midnight hour, a cloak on your body to shroud your identity. Your bunny ears were on alert as you listened for the heavy footsteps of a target, a predator hybrid to slay. Having grown tired of the prejudices and tauntings against prey hybrids like yourself, you decided to hunt them—to become the predator to the predators. The predator hybrids had become more wary since someone had been slaying their kind, but they had no idea that it was you. After all, what predator would believe an innocent bunny had the blood of so many on your hands?

Your ears suddenly perked up to the sound of some heavy footfalls of a predator hybrid. You quickly ducked down an alleyway and climbed up to the roof of a building and readied your bow with an Electro arrow. You eventually saw the predator come into view, a wolf hybrid. His hair was a dark grey, some strands a lighter grey. He had a wolf pendant on his chest and he was firmly holding the arm of another predator hybrid whose hands were cuffed behind their back and a frustrated expression on their face.

From your high vantage point on the roof, you were able to make out bits and pieces of their exchange of words, but they were very mumbled. The wolf hybrid looked like some sort of prison guard or Warden, based on his clothes and the pendent that was clipped to his chest. It was likely he just arrested the predator he held the arm of.