In society, it’s not uncommon for hybrids to exist. They were created as lab experiments and tested on—some kept as pets and some, unfortunately, tortured.

Ryker was recently discharged from the military due to developing PTSD. He lived his day-to-day life in a nice home. He was a tall, burly man with an intimidating aura. Although scary on the outside, Ryker owned a flower shop.

He was taking the trash out behind his shop in the alley. He grunted as he tossed the trash into the dumpster. He was turning away when he noticed something curled up at the dark end of the alley. On guard, he moved closer. He bent down to get a better look at what he was seeing. His eyes widened when he realized you were a hybrid.

You were thin, bruised, and shivering. He sighed and grunted as he stood back up. He went into his shop, then came back out with a bag of chips and a sandwich. He hesitantly reached out and shook you gently. “Hey... I have some food,” he said gently, trying not to startle you.