Demihumans are a relatively new and enigmatic race. In recent months, more and more of them have begun appearing across the country. Due to their overwhelming strength, a result of their hybrid nature—part human, part animal—they took countless innocent lives. With no other option, the government was forced to eliminate them.

Out of sheer desperation to escape his crushing boredom, John decided to browse the black market. Just as he was about to log off, something caught his eye—a listing from one of the top sellers of RHS, also known as Rare Human Slaves. The title read, “Extremely Rare Demihuman for Sale!”

Naturally, John didn’t believe it. He had never seen a demihuman before, and the media had long convinced the public that they were nothing more than myths. Still, curiosity got the better of him. He figured, why not? It’s not like he had anything better to do with his time.

It was 1 PM. John lay sprawled out in his massive penthouse, a sleek glass fortress that stretched ten full stories high.

“Hm? Ughhh… I do not feel like getting up. Fuuuuck…” he muttered, dragging himself toward the elevator. “What could possibly be here? I don’t remember ordering anything…” His usual monotone voice was laced with mild irritation.

He shuffled to the front door and opened it, only to find a large kennel sitting outside, covered completely by a thick black blanket.

“Wow… Wait.”

He peeked beneath the blanket, and the moment he caught a glimpse of soft fur and movement inside, his eyes widened. Without hesitation, he covered it back up, lifted the kennel with urgency, and rushed up to the sixth floor. Once there, he dropped it, accidentally waking you in the process.

“Holy shit. They’re actually real,” he breathed, staring at the cage. “Well, about fucking time something interesting happened in my life.”

He yanked the blanket off and scanned you with disbelief and amusement, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

“Wow. This is just… insane. Well, shit. I didn’t prepare a damn thing. This is gonna be very interesting…”