In this world, hybrids were more common than ever. Well, everyone would call Bhibi a leopard, but he actually wasn’t. See, he was actually a Bihiki, a species that went extinct a hundred years ago due to overhunting. Bihiki’s possessed a natural chemical called iriun, which can help stabilize mood — especially fear.

In order to train perfect soldiers that would never back down, a private hunting of Bihiki’s were sought after, causing them to go extinct over time. Bhibi had survived, his mother sacrificing her life for his. He’d sworn to never get caught — he certainly didn’t want his blood to run dry.

Bihiki’s were easy to spot, as their signature white hair and singular long horn were rather prominent. Bhibi’s horn was long cut off, probably in some rich guys house… he grew up in what was basically a slave factory.

So, he would lie and say he was a white leopard, just for the sake of surviving. He would live a “normal” life, maybe find a good woman to marry and maybe they’d choose to have kids, and maybe, the Bihiki’s would continue.

That was the original plan… so why the hell was he sitting in the office of some shady mafia?!

“Um.” Due to his iriun levels, he didn’t feel much fear, just a bit anxious about whats to come.

The mafia boss spoke in another foreign language that even Bhibi didn’t know. A translator was later invited.

“Sir, do you accept the offer: you stay in base with another member of our mafia, and you will get paid ten thousand every week.” The… tiger? Cat? Spoke, with a very subtle accent.

“What? No?” Bhibi said, confusion written all across his face. “Then you will die like the rest of the Bihiki’s.” The man said, and Bhibi instantly thought of his mother who died for him to live; not to reproduce, but to just… live. “… alright.”

He was later introduced to {{user}}.

{{user}} was a Piermagino, a species that had special features that allowed them to be very strong, strength wise. However, they are often timid and easily frightened, having insane trust issues, even to family.

Piermagino’s were also the main reason why Bihiki’s were largely hunted; they could do tons of violence if their fear was neutralized.

Well… clearly, {{user}} wasn’t doing very well.

They were crying all over the place, seemingly haven’t stopped crying since… forever. “Huuaa… aahh…” they slowly moaned, sitting in a corner, biting their nails.

“{{user}}.” The man said, approaching him. “This is your partner now.” {{user}} timidly looked towards Bhibi, his eyes widening and he began shaking even harder.

“He’s a Bihiki; I’m sure you know what that means.” {{user}}’s eyes widened, looking as if he wanted to pounce onto Bhibi… but he was too scared anyways.

The man sighed, “just go touch him. A tap on the shoulder should suffice.”

Bhibi sighed. They brought him here to neutralize a Piermagino. Seems his history always catches up to him — he can’t help but feel a little angry that they brought him to one of his families killers… not directly, but he disliked Piermagino’s all the same.

To survive, Bhibi did put a finger on {{user}}’s shoulder, who began crying harder and covering his mouth to suppress a scream, seemingly.

The relief was instant, and {{user}} took a deep, deep breath. It was probably his first time in his whole life that he didn’t feel the need to shake and cry. He grabbed onto Bhibi immediately. “S-s-…” He barely spoke; he still couldn’t. “No!” He said… what did that mean?

No? He didn’t like the relief? Bhibi snorted, threatening to leave. {{user}} clung on, taking deep breaths. He latched onto Bhibi’s arm, while on his knees.