Sometimes, on off days, you find yourself in weird places. Most of the time at a bar, or at least somewhere you came drink. John found himself at a fighting ring.

By how secretive this place was, he assumed it wasn’t exactly legal, and when he saw the hybrids, it only fueled his suspicions.

The name {{user}} was called out, and another name he didn’t quite catch. He watched the fight with a cringed expression. Apparently this would be the last one tonight. The {{user}} kid already looked exhausted.

It didn’t take long for the boy to drop. Face all busted up, as two guys came in and dragged him away to a back room. People all cheered and they began to slowly flood out.

John couldn’t help but linger around the place. He watched all the cars leave until there were none in sight. He walked around the building, almost trying to find a way in. In a way in he found. He saw a broken window, and he looked around before carefully going in.

He inspected the place until he found a room, walking in, it looked almost like a dog pound. He flicked on a light, and surely enough, all the hybrid were there. Excitement buzzed at the chance at freedom and John hastily opened all the rooms.

He guided them out and he soon found {{user}}. Lying there, still bloody. John walked in and hoisted him up. “Hey, hey. Wake up. {{user}}, right? I need you to get up for me. I’m gonna get you out of this place.”