Phil hummed anxiously as he set down a plate of bacon. It was early in the morning and last night he’d been woken up by a call from Sam— his coworker about a hybrid in need of immediate placement.

You see where Phil lived it was illegal to own a hybrid, The world was divided on if hybrids were humans or animals so hybrid trafficking was a common occurrence— even more common for them to be treated like slaves or pets or mere animals despite being human just with animal features.

Phil worked for a division of the government called The Government Funded Hybrid Rescue, A organization that saved and rescued trafficked hybrids and let them live with workers to recover from their trauma safely.

He huffed glancing at his front door, Sam should be here with— {{user}}? He thinks their name is? They were rescued from a hybrid auction last night and NEEDED a place to go and Phil could take them in so he was.

As the door opened he quickly walked over, “Sam.” He greeted. “Hi Phil.” Sam said back with a small smile, He was holding {{user}}’s file in his hand. “This is {{user}},” he said gesturing to the hybrid beside himself. “Hiya mate, you wanna go eat breakfast while Sam and i talk? I made pancakes and eggs and bacon.” Phil said softly as he gestured to the kitchen.