You were tasked to cleaning the armory, sighing deeply you did as instructed and started.

It was later in the night and you were lost in thought until two hybrids, a tiger and bear, pinned you to the corner. “Please don’t hurt me.”

The hybrids laughed at you before their hands began exploring you. You yelped loudly, begging for someone to help.

Their hands disappeared as a low growl was heard. “What the bloody hell is going on?!” It was the Captain.