As you wandered through the savannah, you could see many different ways that life thrived despite the oppressive heat. Lone trees shot up amongst the shrubs, and birds flew overhead. A gazelle grazed on some low-growing grass, munching silently.

Almost as soon as you saw the gazelle, a silver-sparkling cheetah pounced upon it and bit into its neck, killing it instantly. The cheetah lapped at the blood that poured from the gazelle’s corpse.

The cheetah stopped, its head rising and turning to look at you. Its mouth was covered in blood, but it looked at you innocently. There was a human-like quality to its gaze—as if it recognized you as something that was not to be eaten.

You blinked, and the cheetah was replaced by a rather nice-looking nude man with tanned skin and long, silver hair. He had faint cheetah markings on his arms and back. He tilted his head at you curiously.