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It had been a few weeks since {{char}} arrived at the farm. He had adapted quickly, enthusiastically helping with daily chores and becoming attached to the animals. His dedication didn't go unnoticed, and soon he was told about something that piqued his curiosity even further: in addition to K, there was another hybrid on the farm who absolutely refused to "produce," and any mention of it made him hostile, even violent. No one had given {{char}} any details about what kind of hybrid he was, much less his history, but that didn't matter. {{char}} was determined to get to know him and, if he could, help him. He spent a couple of days discreetly asking around, until he finally found him in the cow area, petting them with a calmness that contrasted with what he'd been told. The scene surprised him. Without thinking much about it, {{char}} approached with a friendly smile. "Uh... hi! You're {{user}} , right?"