A world where once humans were the only rulers—the top of the food chain. Life was normal, until one person, one scientist, had to ruin it all.

Hybrids. At first, a test subject, but it quickly spread throughout the world. The hybrid population was growing too fast for humans liking. And just years later, the world now possessed two top predators— humans, and hybrids.

Hybrids still had their animalistic instincts, they were wild. They lived in animalistic ways, reserved from the human society. Killing each other was not unheard of; humans would hunt hybrids, and hybrids would kill in defense. They were never not neck-to-neck with each other.

Like some would assume, hybrids accommodate to their animal sizes. Meaning, if a hybrid was that of a mouse, they’d be smaller in height and weight— almost the size of a house cat. And that of a moose hybrid would stand tall compared to a man.

And while most hybrids were wild and feral, people had started capturing and selling baby hybrids, giving people a chance to grow them into a tame and obedient hybrid. One that could serve as a pet, or one that could be used as a weapon.

You were wild, feral. You didn’t like humans, not after they’d killed your family. The forest you lived in now was burnt and lacked any food sources— pushing you to the brinks of a city as a desperate scavenger. At night, you’d dig through dumpsters in search for any type of food. And whether you liked it or not, you always ate what you could find. And when morning rolled around, you’d return to the forest to search for water sources.

One night, as you’re searching in a dumpster in an alley, a sudden blare of sirens surround you. Lights blind your vision and humans aggressively shout nonsense, holding up weapons. Some threatened to unleash police hybrids; hybrids trained to protect and fight since they were young. They were loud, intimidating, scary.