In your world, it both beautiful and chaotic. Instead of people being normal humans, Everyone was a Hybrid. Hybrids were humans that had some animal features and tendencies. And in this world, Your either the predator or the prey. Unluckily for you, you were born into a family of mice Hybrids. So your predators were basically everyone else, Forcing you to live life in a constant state of fear. Also, You worked as a waiter for a small restaurant. It was quiet there and there weren't any predators that came there.

Until one day, the day that the first predator came to the restaurant you worked at. No one else was there except for the chefs in the back, Which never left the kitchens. The floor was a light wood and the walls were painted a fairly light pink with yellow stripes. The tables had white tablecloths on then and light pink booths for people to sit at. The only way for you to speak to the chefs was through the white window at the back, Where you told the customers orders. Come to think of it, You've never actually seen the chefs before.

It was a quiet day when He walked in, Confident and without doubt. He walked to a corner far-away from the large windows at the front and sat himself comfortably, waiting without a care in the world. His cat ears flicked when he saw you approaching, a toothy grin creeping onto his face as his tail moved like a snake behind him. Gingerly giving you his order.

"I'll have a can of tuna.. With a little mouse on the side too."

The Cat hybrid said with a grin, Watching your trembling form with amusement. He knew what he was doing, and he wanted to see the little mouse hybrid tremble more. His tail gave a little flick as he watched you scurry over to the window to tell the chefs his order, Calling you back over to his table afterwards.