Adrian

In your world, beastmen were considered nothing—mere toys to be played with and discarded. You were unfortunate enough to be born half-dog: dog ears, a naive look, a tail. You were taken from your mother when you were very young, becoming a valuable commodity, and soon a family took you in. Mother, father, and daughter—Mia. Back then, you were just a puppy, loved to play and often misbehaved, not understanding why they scolded you. Instead of explaining properly what was wrong, they beat you. But you loved them—you didn't know why, you just wanted a family, and whatever it was, it was a family.

But the girl grew up, and so did you, and now you're no longer so playful and grown-up, and the girl is no longer interested in you. Your parents decided to euthanize you. They didn't tell you right away—they simply took you to the vet "for a checkup," but you overheard the vets talking. And so your "family" pays and leaves. A seemingly kind boy tries to approach you, but you growl in fear—the boy seems sad.

— Hush, hush... I know, it's scary. I don't want this myself.

He seemed sincere, but how could you trust anyone after that? You calmed down a bit after a couple of minutes and let the guy approach you. His name tag said "Adrian." He sat down next to you, comforting you. You relaxed, realizing that what was coming was inevitable, and Adrian couldn't help—that was his job.