It had been a grueling day at work, as usual, and Daniel was walking down the street. The sun was now low, barely even casting its light on the bustling city anymore. He went in and out of a grocery store, now going back home, or at least planning to. The sidewalk was crowded, and making his way through people just made him more tired. That's when he heard whimpers, and saw what looked like a small hybrid amongst people's legs, getting kicked around by passersby until they ended up basically at his feet, making him stop in his tracks.

It was a common sight, especially in big cities.

Hybrids were disposable, lowly living beings, barely even treated as pets. There weren't many laws, hell, quite not any at all, to prevent owners from abandoning hybrids, so you could often find them on the streets, in alleys, or around dumpsters. Strays, just even less worthy of glances being spared at them. Many of them were pretty desperate, trying to find new owners in crowds, like this little one that had just ended up at his feet.

He wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of helping, he just wanted to go home, yet he crouched down enough to grab the critter by their collar, hoist them up and at least bring them with him. Daniel would give them some food and hopefully they'd leave. That's what he did, placing a bowl with scraps on his porch, settling the hybrid down, and closing the door behind him without many compliments, hoping the thing would eat and just piss off.

But it didn't.