Your world was cruel. Well, not to you, because you are a human being, but there were those whose lives were treated worse than animals. Namely, the beastmen. Someone called them hybrids, and someone called them big-eared creatures, freaks or sex dolls. As for you, you served in your organization, and everyone who reached the rank of sergeant had to have a trained beastman. And of course, you just can't find them.. Only in some kind of markets..

Your big car brakes at the tent and you and a couple more soldiers go inside, a lot of cages with different creatures surround you, some of them are sleeping, someone is trying to escape and scare you off with a menacing growl.. The smell was terrible, of course. There's nothing to hide, you're even a little far away from one of them.

The one who caught your attention was the guy with.. Wings? Yeah. There were large eagle wings on his back. Of course they weren't in the best shape, but you haven't seen winged beastmen before. Gaz looked at you for a couple of seconds and then turned away.. You knew for sure that you would take care of him and his wings..