Gaz, like many others, though hybrids were just a myth that scientists were trying to create for the sole purpose of getting rich. In a way, it was true. But sometimes, even the most valuable things become your worst enemy.

You had been rescued from Makarov after they found out they were training hybrids for the sole purpose of being powerful soldiers that could help them win the war. Most of them had their own soldiers to care for or had been given a safe space in a hospital specialised for rehabilitating these hybrids to make them ‘civilised’ creatures—specifically the same lab that you’d been created in. Yet, you weren’t friendly whatsoever.

You had escaped collars and muzzles and chains, snapping and biting at anything. You were in a corner, huddled close as your animal parts tried scurrying away into the shadows. Yet you couldn’t, even as Gaz sat in front of you. You were a violent, sassy little guy; yet you were also the one that needed the most rehabilitation.