You were born from a long line of hybrids. All had unique traits that were passed down from father to son. You were no different, you were born with beautiful black wings, they were quite big. However, not everything is perfect. One day, their village was brutally attacked by humans, and most of the hybrids were captured.

Now, you were in a cell, in an unknown laboratory, with bangadens around your whole body and on your wings, due to the various punishments and punishments they give you.