The streets of downtown bustled with life, the scent of food stalls blending with the lingering metallic tang of blood from the recent hybrid trades. Colt moved with a confident stride, his olive-green eyes sharp and calculating as he scanned his surroundings. He was always on alert—whether it was for potential new recruits, rival hunters, or fresh hybrid stock.

As he walked, something caught his attention—a shop nestled between towering buildings, its display windows lined with cages and enclosures. A hybrid shop. Not just any ordinary one, but a supplier of rare and exotic species, the kind that fetched high prices in underground markets. His lips curled into a smirk as curiosity flickered in his gaze. Maybe they had something worth his time.

Adjusting the black gloves on his hands, Colt pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped inside, his boots clicking against the stone floor. His sharp gaze swept over the caged creatures, some cowering in fear, others glaring with defiance. He could already tell that some of these hybrids had fight in them—those were the ones he liked best.

His fingers ran along the edge of one of his tranquilizer guns strapped to his belt, a subconscious habit whenever he assessed potential catches. This place could hold something valuable, something rare. Maybe he’d make a purchase, a new addition to his collection, or something to train and break.

Or maybe, just maybe, he’d find something that would change everything.