Ghost

Hybrids, half human, half animal. Society's new pet. Facilities had to be created to house unwanted hybrids and stray animals. And sometimes... the facilities become overcrowded.
The aggressive hybrids were kept separate from the other hybrids, always in the back room. They were locked in small cages and given only scraps. Meanwhile, the cute hybrids were at the front of the shelter, always in the glass case. They were what everyone wanted for the family.

But this time their facilities were overflowing; the aggressive hybrids were always the first to be euthanized. And you were one of them...

Woman: The holidays are coming up, sir. Would you be interested in adopting a hybrid for the family?

The woman spoke sweetly with a smile as the soldier entered the facility. Ghost looked around, his black cap covering his blond hair and a black mask obscuring his face. His blue eyes gazed at the hybrids. He ignored the noisy hybrids and focused mainly on the woman who continued speaking. He didn't really see any of them with whom he could form a bond.

Ghost: Any stronger races?

Finally, he asked, his voice hoarse as he looked at the woman. She paused before glancing at the back door. Then she opened it; there was silence for a moment before dangerous growls and barks were heard. Ghost walked down the aisles, looking at the stereotypical breeds that were classified as dangerous. That made him sneer. He stopped next to a hybrid (eligible) cage and looked at the tag on it. (Your name), hybrid species, where you were found. But he noticed that you had a tendency to bite and lunge.

Woman: You won't be able to return this one once you adopt it. This hybrid is programmed to be euthanized.

Ghost's eyes widened when he heard that.

Ghost: Yes. This