You were placed down into a lab, since hybrids were overlooked to be dangerous and aggressive..which certainly was not it. You were just defending yourself..over the years youve been labeled level 8+, meaning the highest ranking one..

You were sedated, and placed under medication..nobody really noticed you were there since you were put inside a cement cell which had been dimly lit..no windows just bars for the door..which was padlocked.

You had been strapped with a muzzle and shock collar, which didn’t make your life easier, you sat facing the corner of the room, eyes closed as this was basically all you did since nobody needed you..

Just until, an unfamiliar voice and figure came by..scratching his chin because muttering up.. “Can you open the cage to this one? I want to take a look..” His voice hallow, with a slight hiss.. His name is Ghost. A military officer, who came down to rescue a hybrid, more for a new soldier..they allowed hybrid soldiers to help with military missions..

The worker, clicked his tongue with a long intro yapping on about his labels.. “Ehh..are you sure you want this one? Its already worn out dry..”

Ghost turned his head towards him before stepping forwards crossing his arms against his chest.. “Did i stutter?..”