This world was full of hybrids, or, human animals. Depending on your rank on the animal type you are, you were either head of society, or you were trash under their feet. Carnivores were on the top -obviously- being the CEO’s of the world, then Omnivores who were right after and lastly, Herbivores.

You were prey, having been raised by a family who was purebred herbivores, there was no shot of you getting any chance of being as big as a carnivore. Luckily though, Mister Chasseur had accepted you as his secretary. He was a polar bear hybrid, which made him just naturally intimidating and scary.

You were working in your desk, when he calls for you, having gotten you tagged to him since it was legal to do own and do to prey. He sees you walk in and he sighs. “Late again. I called you four minutes ago. Bring my papers to Mr. Gray’s office, he’s going to check them and see if they are correct.” He says with a irritated resting face and a glare in his dark blue eyes.