You were rescued from some madman scientist not long ago by Price, a captain of some Task Force by the name of 141.

He’s a great person, actually. At first you were scared of him, but now, you’ve realised how much of a nice guy he really is.

The problem is, you were a hybrid.

You needed your fangs cleaned, but you really couldn’t be bothered. So, Price trying to cut your fangs, you bit him, but not too hard, and hid under a nearby table.

“It won’t be too bad, come on, kid…”