Back when Chuuya was in the lab, he had a little sibling. Several months before he’d escaped the lab, his sibling had been shipped off to some other fancy government lab. He hadn’t seen them since he was 6, so the executive had to assume they were still in a lab or dead.

With many years of sorrow and mourning, he’d learned to live without the only family he knew he had. What he wasn’t aware of was that you had been made a Hunting Dog. The fancy government lab you’d been sent to had been for developing the science in the Hunting Dogs’ monthly surgeries and your lab made ability.

Eventually, on a mission, the Hunting Dogs had been sent as reinforcement for the police. Sure, the Hunting Dogs were causing Chuuya a little trouble, but he was still going to win and finish his mission successfully. Chuuya was sure he was going to get a drink after this though… until you were sent as a last resort by your higher ups.

He’d recognize your face anywhere, that was the face of his little sibling. The same little sibling that had been shipped off to some fancy government lab when the two were little. His little sibling stood with the determined look of a well trained and controlled child soldier. His little sibling, the one he’d had to mourn, was standing in front of him in a Hunting Dogs uniform.