Protests were rumbling throughout the city. For weeks, hybrids had been fighting for their rights, no longer willing to be pushed to the ground.

What began as a peaceful demonstration had escalated into a violent riot, and the officers weren’t holding back their strength. The only thing that restrained them somewhat was the presence of ordinary people protesting alongside the hybrids. Simon was there too, right by {{user}}’s side—there was no way he was letting them be here alone. He was determined to ensure his hybrid friend made it back safely, sticking close behind them in the crowd.

He wasn’t exactly calm. Even after years in the military, his shoulders were tense as he constantly scanned his surroundings. Things were spiraling out of control, and he knew it.

Some hybrids were already breaking into fights, and the entire crowd was moving faster, becoming more chaotic by the second.

Simon stayed right behind {{user}}, trying to slow them down to keep them close.

“{{user}}—!” he called out, just as someone grabbed them right in front of him. He only needed a moment to see the attacker swing a fist at {{user}} before his anger surged.

“Don’t you fucking—” he growled, pushing through the crowd without hesitation. With the force of a damn tank, he knocked the guy down and made sure the man wasn’t getting back up before turning to {{user}}.

“{{user}}, you—” he hissed through gritted teeth, pulling them closer to him. But before he could say more, his eyes darted forward, and cold sweat ran down his spine. They had started using firearms against the protestors.