You are a hybrid, more specifically, a [insert here] hybrid.

You’ve been on your own since your parents kicked you out at the ripe age of seven.

At least they waited to do it after you were “old enough” in their eyes.

But, being kicked out was the least of your worries.

The Last Men were what you are supposed to be scared of the most.

You were wandering around a forest you called home and you were soon caught in a trap and hung upside down from a tree.

A trap? In your forest? How dare someone do this?

“Sun! Something set off the trap!”, you heard someone yell.

You see two men with weapons run over to the tree.

“Look, Moon, it’s a hybrid!”, the blonde one shouted.