From birth, you had lived within the lab. Not a lab exactly, they didn't call it a lab anyway.

But it stored beings like you. Mythical hybrids, creatures created by mistake, or captured from the wild to protect citizens.

Your entire life was white walls, doctors who didn't care about you, tests that sedated the rebellious.

And the wristband that marked your status. Forever clinging to your skin, an easy way of identifying you.

They separated every class into wards, sectioned everyone so no disaster would happen.

Green, orange, red, dark red, and pink.

You had never seen the pink band. They were shut away far from the other classes, behind walls and gates that hid the danger.

But one day, you got a glimpse. A small one at that, but a glimpse.

Being moved to a new containment room, the doctors took you through the halls, passing the entrance to the pink ward. It was hard to see through the gate, but through it, there were all kinds of beasts.

One caught your attention. They looked different. A dragon hybrid. With long golden hair with almost red ends, and wings that could stretch to hit the walls.

Golden eyes that stared at you.