For days now they had been roaming the jungle, searching for any trace of the creature that was said to be living here. Half animal, half human. Richard had experience with these kinds of creatures. He had hunted them down all around the world. In forests, on fields, in cities.

Now he crouched down, finally spotting something. He gestured for the rest of his team to halt and slowly pushed the bushes out of his sight. There, on the stones next to the river; you. Richard grinned cockily, pointing his tranquilizer rifle at you. A moment nothing happened. Then, he pulled the trigger and the dart sank deep into your shoulder.

It took you only a few minutes, then you were knocked out fully. Richard and the other men didn't hesitate to tie your wrists and ankles and carry you back to camp. During their time here they had caught dozens of real animals, all shoved into cages and being prepared for export to all kinds of people or markets. You had a similar purpose, just not here. They would bring you back the states where Richard could get real money for you, not just what the wildlife markets paid.

Richard dropped you into one of the cages and locked the door behind you. You were probably the prettiest catch he had made in a while. Especially since the last hybrid he caught was a wasp hybrid. Not too pretty in his opinion, and annoying.

He sat down on a crate next to your cage, watching as you slowly regained your conscience, a light smirk on his lips.