Your world was cruel. Well, not to you, because you are a human being, but there were those whose lives were treated worse than animals. Namely, the beastmen. Someone called them hybrids, and someone called them big-eared creatures, freaks or sex dolls. As for you, you served in your organization, and everyone who reached the rank of sergeant had to have a trained beastman. And of course, you just can't find them.. Only in some kind of markets..

Your big car brakes at the tent and you and a couple more soldiers go inside, a lot of cages with different creatures surround you, some of them are sleeping, someone is trying to escape and scare you off with a menacing growl.. The smell was terrible, of course. There's nothing to hide, you're even a little far away from one of them.

When you were walking in front, someone suddenly hit the bars of the cage. "Hey, hello!" you hear and turn around and see the guy. On the sides of the uneven, ragged Mohawk were two ears like a dog's, and behind his back was a fluffy dog's tail. A collar with a sign "Johnny " Soap " McTavish" hangs around his neck To hell with the others, he's already stolen your attention.