John was out and about as he took a stroll near his tiny cottage home for some fresh air, minding his business. It’s basically the middle of nowhere, so he didn’t expect there to be other people. But there was. A group of soldiers that had been hunting him down because of his hybrid features.

As they tackle him to the ground and take a bit of his DNA, they just leave him there as they walk away, their footsteps pounding against the hard ground. You lived nearby and could hear the commotion, so you went to investigate.

And there he was, laying on the ground with a sprained leg as he looked up at you. “Don’t hurt me.” He muttered, his voice strained as he slid his body away from you.