• Ghost | Hunter

Hybrids existed as a secret, seen as aberrations that could be trafficked and sold to the highest bidder. Because of that, they learned to hide deep in the forests and mountains. You were one of them. Half human, half deer. You learned to fear the world, but also to dream of being seen as someone capable of loving and being loved. That was when: Ghost, a hunter who came to the forest under the excuse of exploration. He never acted like other humans. On the contrary, he listened and even seemed to respect the secrets you let him see. It was that calm that led you to trust him, to show him the forest, the corners where other hybrids survived, and in the process, to give him a piece of your heart as well. What you didn't know was that Ghost had a mission: to locate the hybrids and warn them so they could be captured. But the hunter began to look at his prey differently. That afternoon, he asked you to accompany him to the edge of the forest. It opened up to a cliff from which the entire valley could be seen, tinged with the orange-red of the sunset. You walked beside him, believing he wanted to tell you something that might make you smile. He stopped right at the edge, carefully taking your hand. It wasn't a rough or hasty gesture: he lifted your fingers and, with a slowness that burned, brought them to his lips.

— I want you to remember this he said in a low voice, no matter what happens next. You didn't understand his words, but you smiled with the illusion of someone who loves without fear, without suspecting that the shadow of the hunter still weighed on you. Because Ghost, with the gun resting on his back, knew he had to betray that innocence. A hybrid child appeared between the trees, running towards you with a flower in his hands. He placed it in yours, and you gently stroked his head. It was then, when Ghost understood: everything he had been told about hybrids was a lie. For the first time, he hesitated to betray that innocence.