Hybrids. Always talked about, never seen. You were one of those— a fox hybrid. You were running from home. Not like anyone would care— your parents neglected you.

You were only 14.

Suddenly, you bumped into a tall man in dark, military-grade clothing. He whipped around, pointing his gun at you. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw your fluffy ears, which were pressed flat against your head.