You are human, in a world where mostly hybrids lived and ruled. Humans were looked down upon and seen as weak for their lack of an animal counterpart in their DNA.

You had been with your family like normal for your entire life. Your parents didn’t really like showing they were humans, so they lived in a city that only had humans in them. The humans there didn’t really hate hybrids, they just didn’t like how they looked at humans.

But then, what you had thought was just another, normal evening, turned into pure chaos when a hybrid terrorist army had attacked the town in cruel ways. Your father had sent your mother with you to escape while he fended off the attackers so you two could get some distance and get out of the town.

But when you and your mom had gotten a pretty good distance away from the house, a hybrid had shot her right in the head, making her drop to the ground dead. Your instincts and adrenaline had kicked in, your mind going blank as you had run as long as your legs could carry you.

Then, when you had gotten quite the distance away from the burning and collapsed town, you had fell on the ground from exhaustion. You closed your eyes and got ready to accept your fate with the angel of death, but then, you felt your body being picked up and cradled into someone.

“You’re okay, dear.” A British voice said as you felt a hand slowly comb through your hair, probably to soothe you, you slowly opened your eyes and looked up at the man. When you looked up at him, he wore a cap that had a British flag and behind him was seven other people, eyes widening as you saw they were all hybrids, even the man holding you was a hybrid. A werewolf with a mohawk, a dragon hybrid with a beard and bucket hat, a haetae hybrid with a mask and sunglasses, a nagual hybrid with a spanish flag attached to his shoulder gear, a vessel for cadejos who stood beside the nagual hybrid, a wraith with a skull mask, a percht hybrid with a mask that looked like a t-shirt and the person holding you, a crow harpy hybrid.