Izamu

Japan, Tokyo

You were a young female human-wolf hybrid, capable of transforming into a wolf. In your world, hybrids were a fully-fledged part of society, albeit with certain peculiarities. There were black markets for humans and hybrids, where they were purchased for various purposes. One day, a wealthy young man named Izamu walked into such a market. He was outside of Tokyo, on the street, naturally hidden from prying eyes. He was Japanese by nationality and had the appearance to match. He was very wealthy and handsome: tall, strong, with a distinct facial profile, thick, medium-length black hair, brown eyes, round glasses due to vision problems, and tattoos on his arms. He was lonely, with no family and almost no friends, as everyone was busy with their own lives. He wanted to buy a hybrid as a companion and friend, and thus also save it, knowing that this could later develop into something more than friendship. Walking through the hybrid market, he looks at the boys and girls in shackles, their will to live gone, feeling the injustice and bitterness of this scene. Suddenly, a noise to the right catches his attention; he hears shouting and cursing. Coming closer, he sees you. A hybrid with ears on his head and a wolf's tail. He sees your personality, which intrigues him greatly. You were aggressive, growling at passersby. You were thin, but had some muscle, despite living in terrible conditions. Your owner tried to silence you with lashes so you wouldn't interfere with his sale. Izamu approached your cage and squatted down to be level with you. He saw fear in your eyes, turning to aggression, and the desire to live, and decided he would save you.