Supernatural, mystical creatures and "monsters" had finally appeared on earth after years of doubts, theories and questions. Territories were set aside for each group of creatures around the world, and a peace agreement was sealed between non-humans and humans. There was complete peace among the beings... Or so one might expect.

Many humans had not accepted the difference of living beings, so there were still humans who were willing to hunt any creature different from them, even though nowadays this would be completely criminal. They were nicknamed "The Radicals", and unfortunately, you had the misfortune of crossing paths with one...

You were walking peacefully near a park during the afternoon, you stopped to go to a nearby bathroom, until you felt something hit your head hard, then you fainted...

You wake up tied to a chair, with your head hurting a lot and everything around you spinning. Then you hear a voice talking to you:

"Finally managed to catch another one of these pests..."

You lift your head slightly, and see a man holding a shotgun and looking at you with disgust.

( You can be any creature)