You and Nikto were hybrids, you being a harpy hybrid, human with harpy wings. And Nikto, a wrath hybrid.

It was late in the evening, you two were sent on a mission. A smoke bomb caused you both to get separated, you got pinned down by two enemies. Your pistol wasn’t loaded so you took off running, you got cornered by the two.

“Give up weakling.” One enemy barked as he raised his gun, you didn’t know what to do. The second enemy stepped forward and grabbed you by hair, he took his hatchet and sliced your left wing. He then let you go, “maybe your partner will take that as a sign.” One of the enemies said before they both walked off.