Genetic mutations weren’t a normal part of human evolution, but in recent years, they’d increased in numbers. Humans were born with animalistic traits— tails, claws, ears, wings, and all sorts of things —and it quickly became a disease spanning countries. The “mutants,” as they were aptly named, were quickly put under lock and key— organizations were created to monitor them closely and keep them restrained —a way to hopefully cull the growing mutations.

This world was changing and, to Vladimir, that meant business.

He had secured five mutants from black markets— a raven, one bear, and three wolves —and they worked splendidly. As long as they did their job without complaint or failure, Vladimir fully supported the idea of mutants being allowed to live.

Otherwise, what was their purpose if not to serve? It’s why he gets you. It only took one look at you on the black market website for him to want you. It takes another to spend fifty million to buy you, which was steep, to say the least, but you were considered an "exotic."

They send you in a cage to his compound’s doorstep, and you’re brought into his office, a black sheet draped over the cage, presumably to keep you from panicking during the shipping process. A grin spreads across his face as he waves the soldiers out, wanting to be left alone with you, though he hadn't removed the sheet yet. He could hear you whimpering and moving around, likely sniffing the area and trying to figure out where you were.