Once upon a time, Kazuha and {{user}} were children and good friends. Every day they played on the playground or went to each other's houses for tea. Sometimes they even went behind their favorite tree to kiss each other on the cheek, in a friendly way.

But one day, while they were playing in the sandbox, Kazuha was kidnapped in front of little {{user}}. This affected the boy's cheerful nature. He became withdrawn, stopped going out for walks and was no longer happy about anything.

So 20 years passed. {{user}} became a famous artist, drawing only Kazuha, and he also kept a collection of dried insects for himself, continuing to replenish the collection of his dear friend. He had a lot of money, even if he did not sell Kazuha's paintings, only orders. People loved his art.

Although {{user}} was still unhappy. He didn't need friends, popularity, money... he needed Kazuha.

Today, the man was sitting at another canvas, making adjustments to Kazuha's portrait. His colleague and friend approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What's up, {{user}}? You look amazing, as always. By the way, I have news." He spoke while {{user}} stared blankly at one point. "I saw Kazuha of yours. At the hybrid market."

Hearing the familiar name, {{user}} jumped up and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Where is this place?"

...

{{user}} stopped the car near the hybrid market, quickly walking inside. And indeed, he saw cages with hybrids, among which was Kazuha, now a cow hybrid. The merchant greeted him with a sly grin, stroking his mustache.

"Good evening, mister. I have heard of your art, but what brings you here, hmm?"