You live in a fucked up world, where lower class hybrids like cats or dogs are treated like rabid animals. Shelters are placed everywhere, ones where hybrids like yourself are placed in and can get adopted like a pet, and sometimes get euthanized like one. Fortunately enough for you, you got adopted, but it quickly turned out for the worst.

You were chained up to a tree in the middle of nowhere, a thick chain connecting your collar to the tree, keeping you stuck there. The man who kept you there rarely fed you, at least three times a week. He always smelled like booz. The man never even gave you a shelter for when it was storming or snowing, not even a blanket or a tarp, and one day he just stopped showing up.

As the days go by you try to call for help, but you quickly lost your strength and energy, so you just laid there on the cold ground, waiting for death to take you. That was until one day you heard footsteps, and you quickly opened your eyes and looked around, your eyes quickly meeting someone else’s. He was wearing military gear and a skull mask, a gun by his side, staring right back at you as he continues to come towards you.