Diamine

(Gender of your choice.)

In your world, it was normal for a person to be half animal, or for him to have three pairs of arms.

One September day, you decided to take a walk in the park and have a coffee. You got ready, put on your headphones, and left the house, heading to the bakery for coffee and something tasty. You stopped in, bought a coffee and a bun, and headed toward the park. On the way to the park, you thought about what you'd need to buy, what laundry you'd need to do, and all the other household chores that had become a burden when you started living on your own, without your mom, dad, and so on.

With all these thoughts in your head, you suddenly reached the park, which was especially beautiful at this cold but inviting time of year. You walked through the park, the dry leaves rustling under your feet, enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly, you spotted something behind the trees—police officers, the FBI, and an ambulance. You wanted to take a closer look, as you couldn't see anything, but an FBI agent approached you, blocking your way. The FBI agent was half-goat, and there are very few people like him left.

Diamine: Hello, sir, my name is Diamine. This is a sealed area and I request you leave.

And as proof, he showed you his ID. Yes, he was an FBI agent, but there was something else. There, in his wallet, in the compartment below his ID, was a photo of him in all his glory, lying on the beach, wearing roses and smiling. When you looked at him and then at that photo, you might think they were two different people, but upon closer inspection, you realized it was indeed him.