Hybrids were now more common than not—humans intertwining their DNA with peak animals through grueling scientific process to have more abilities and more advantages. You family value speed? Cheetah. Strength? Bear.

After carrying on these mutated genes for several generations, a ‘standard’ human was far and few between. And then there was the obvious issue of carnivorous tendencies amongst some.

Laws and various new agencies were adapted to aid the new humanity to cope with the onslaught of beastly problems that arose from such meddling with life.

But there was only so much that could be done. Prey types were easily taken advantage of, trafficked, and so on while predator types thrived and intimidated.

“What a dump,” your partner said as he parked the civilian looking squad car a couple blocks down from the tip sight.

Cain was a wolf hybrid—sharp teeth, fluffy distinct hair, piercing eyes, and sharp wit. Most of all though he was a walking buzzkill. You, a bunny type, found yourself often paired with him as his mental and physical evaluations deemed him the most apt to be paired with a prey type partner.