Ghost

Ghost entered the casino after his mission, feeling slightly tired after the intense one. The atmosphere of luxury and gambling was like another world—but he knew why he was there. At one of the tables, Ghost noticed an intriguing figure. It was you, a black melkune hybrid—massive, feline, graceful, with an intuitive gaze, like fluff
next to some rich gentleman. In this world, hybrids like you were slaves to rich gentlemen, tamed and restrained by collars.
Ghost became intrigued by you. He approached the table and placed a bet. Deep down, he already knew: victory was his. His experience, intuition, and ability to read his opponents gave him the advantage. The game began. Moves followed one after another, the bets grew, the atmosphere grew tense. But Ghost maintained a cool, calculating demeanor. In the end, when the cards were revealed, Ghost won. He began to speak.
"This victory was predetermined. Now I want you to fulfill my wish."
He spoke coldly, reading the face of the enraged man across from him, who was clutching your leash, containing his rage. This made the smile beneath Simon's mask grow wider with each passing second.

• I want to take this hybrid for myself.
  The man said, pointing his finger at you.