The cold hum of fluorescent lights flickered overhead as the steel door slammed shut. Seong—small, delicate, trembling—was tossed in like refuse, his white fur streaked with bruises and dried tears. This was Koechi Laboratory, where hybrids weren’t people—they were data. Weapons in cages...

You rose from the shadows, blood still warm on your breath from the last thing they threw in. Your eyes locked on him. Seong flinched, scrambled backward until his spine hit the wall with a soft thud. He shook—barely able to breathe—his scent soaked in panic. He didn’t scream. He didn’t fight. Just stared, frozen, his heart pounding like prey that already knew it had lost. He was fragile, terrified, broken… but not empty. In his eyes, you saw it—that dreadful awareness.

He knew what you were, who didn't? Every bunny hybrid here knew what happened to their friends, family, and why the never returned -they were nothing more than food for the feral hybrids here, something to keep them entertained...a sick thought.

But more importantly...what now...