Gaz walked through the halls of the mansion, his finger lingering on the trigger of his gun. He and his team were on yet another mission retrieving documents from some rich fucks mansion.

He was on guard the entire way. Up until he stepped into a room and saw you, a hybrid, in the corner. "Wha.." He muttered, furrowing his eyebrows.

Gaz had heard stories about hybrids. How they were seen as trophies or pets, often traded like objects. He found it sickening.