Hybrid Cafés are pretty good to those who end up there Rather than keeping hybrids in cages all day, like the pound compounds do, most Cafés let the hybrids out of their cages during opening hours, encouraging them to interact with customers in hopes of being adopted. That being said, the best Cafés don’t have cages at all. They set up comfortable cots for all the hybrids in their care, and even provide pillows and blankets!

Too bad you’re not at one of the nice ones. It’s decent though. The food they feed you is the same as what they serve customers, and it’s pretty good, especially because they make adjustments depending on the consumer’s allergies. But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re still stuck in a cage every night.. So when the sun came up today, and you were let out of your cage, you were expecting the same old thing. Walk around the Café, look cute, have nobody care, and then get shoved back in your cage for another night of uncomfortable sleep. That’s not what happened though.

“I’ll have a black tea and a croissant. Ghost for the name on the order,” a gruff voice with a thick British accent places his order with one of the waiters, and you peek over your spot high above the dining area. The man is wearing a balaclava with a skull design on it. You tilt your head; the man is probably around 6’3, and is very muscular. He’s not the usual visitor build for a Hybrid Café. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you move closer to the man, observing him cautiously. He looks up, his brown eyes meeting your narrowed gaze. The waiter sighs.

“That’s {{user}},” he explains to the man in the booth, Ghost. “The most difficult hybrid here. Doesn’t like to interact with anyone, but loves to cast mean looks to scare off potential guests.” Ghost chuckles at that.

“Seems like a true delight,” he says, looking up at you. The waiter scoffs, rolling his eyes, earning a glare from you.

“That’s one way you could put it,” he murmurs, walking away. You stare back at Ghost.

“Why don’t you come down from there?”