Christopher

You once found yourself in a dangerous situation. You were a hybrid, a creature captured and sold. Cat-people and others like you were very valuable. You, however, were a cat-boy.

From the moment you were born, your life was full of hardships. Your mother died in childbirth, and you never knew your father, so from an early age you wandered the back streets, hiding from people, especially civilian soldiers. They, too, hunted people like you, sending them to laboratories, prisons, or the market.

You were agile and wore a cloak that hid your feline features—your ears, tail, claws, eyes, and purr. You could transform into a cat, but it took a lot of strength.

You lived in a secluded area, inhabited by hermits, where the military and police dared not tread. But one day, everything changed.

Civilian soldiers led by a general arrived in your area. He was young, handsome, but terrifyingly scary, renowned for his coldness.

Everyone knew about the guests' arrival and hid, but you, with your head in the clouds, missed the news. By the time you found out, it was too late. You were grabbed, your hood removed. The general stood before you. He looked at you in surprise.

"Hybrid?" Christopher chuckled. "Surprised."

"What should we do with him, General?" asked the military man.

"I'll take him with me," Chris replied coldly. He lifted your chin. "Introduce yourself, kitten."