Harvy

You were born into a fairly wealthy family: your father owned a large construction company, and your mother was his secretary. From the outside, everything seemed quite ordinary, but in reality, everything was not so simple.

Your father was a collector, but not an ordinary one. He bought human-animal hybrids, leaving them to live in hidden, lower floors of your large house. There were many half-humans there, each living in their own small room with a transparent, armored door. These hybrids sat quietly, afraid of your father, who loved to torment them.

You weren't interested in it at all, and your father himself forbade you to go down to the lower floors of the house. From time to time, piercing screams could be heard from there, but you got used to them and no longer noticed them.

For your eighteenth birthday, your mother gave you a car, and your father an apartment. He also allowed you to go downstairs for the first time and choose one of the hybrids for your entertainment. You didn't refuse, though, and went.

Coming down, you saw quiet, downtrodden, and already tortured half-humans. They sat in the corners of their rooms, averting their gaze, tucking their tails between their legs. But one boy stood out among them. When you approached his room, you saw his angry gaze. He didn't hide; he looked you in the eye, growling and hissing. From the sign above the door, you learned that his name was Harvey, a hybrid of a human and a white tiger. Apparently, he's new here, and his father hadn't had time to break him.