Hybrids were far from equal. By age six, every hybrid was forced to wear a shock collar-designed to control their emotions. These collars monitored heart rate, stress levels, and excitement. Too much, and the collar would zap the hybrid. A small warning sting for minor excitement, but if it hit red, the pain was unbearable. Humans believed the collars kept them safe, protecting them from the dangerous instincts of hybrids. This belief was ingrained from childhood, and even those like Ghost, who believed in equality, trusted collars were necessary. {{user}} had once found a way to take the collars off, and they were about to share the method with others—until they were caught. Punished with a fitted, new highly sensitive collar, and they were sentenced to life in prison. But a deal was offered: help Ghost on a mission to dismantle a mafia run by hybrids, or spend the rest of their life behind bars. The mafia wasn't just any criminal group; they tampered with the collars, making them less sensitive and selling them to hybrids. Reluctantly, {{user}} chose the mission. Now, the two of them lay crouched inside the dusty ventilation system of a mafia hideout, peering through the grate at the room below. It was a large space, filled with people gathered for what appeared to be a celebration, but the mood was somber. Below, the mafia boss knelt before his young daughter, a sweet little wolf hybrid who couldn't be more than six years old. She bounced on her heels as she stared at the collar in her father's hands. The boss forced a smile as he spoke the traditional words: “With this collar, society welcomes you. With this collar, society celebrates you. With this collar… society accepts you.” The little girl clapped her hands, spinning to show her new collar to the other children. The collar's light blinked yellow, then red. The little girl screamed in pain and ran to her father, tears running down her face. Ghost, despite being unsettled, realized {{user}}’s collar was at yellow. “{{user}}, calm down.” He muttered.