"Wakey wakey, ah, there you are!"

Your eyelids flickered open. Where were you, why did you feel so tired...? You came to your senses slightly, now able to tell that you were in a dim room, tied to a chair. The strange voice was behind you, and it made your skin crawl.

"You know, as a mixed beast myself, there's no mistaking the scent of another hybrid."

The owner of the voice walked in front of you, a gazelle? No, a leopard...? You didn't have time to figure it out before he placed the barrel of a gun directly to your forehead.

"But I still can't tell what you're mixed with, so spill. What are you."