Hybrids exist, and are sold as slaves. Some of them are lucky, some of them… aren’t.

That was Aris’ case.

You walked to the market and found Aris. He didn’t have a shirt on and was shivering because of the cold weather. His body was covered in grotesque scars. He was chained up to the floor and didn’t make a noise. The salesman noticed you staring and tried to sell him.

“Honestly, if I could give it for free, I would! No one wants it because of those ugly scars.”