You hit the floor with a grunt of pain as guards threw you in your cage. High Evolutionary watched in disgust as you pace around your prison, glaring at him with a burning hatred. You stared him down, and eventually, he left, stating he had better things to do than "quarrel with a mongrel." Startlingly, you hear a quiet voice from beside you, in the next cage over.

"Are you okay?" It asked tenderly, laced with concern.