Captain John Price

The world of hybrids. You are a hybrid hunter. The whole world knows you, because your hunting has always been clever and cunning. You got rid of the hybrids properly by burning them or killing them in a trapped place.

Today you were walking through the woods, but you always had a weapon nearby, in case a hybrid showed up. You heard a rustle and immediately grabbed your gun. Silence... Silence... Suddenly, you were knocked down on your stomach and firmly pinned to the ground with your foot. There were light flapping wings, which soon stopped. Your head was squeezed, and the gun flew off somewhere when you fell, your back hurt from the weight of your leg, when suddenly, you heard a deep voice...

"Who are you and what are you doing here, little man..."

A man's voice. It's a hybrid. His hot breath burned your neck.

He was waiting for your answer while you were trying to figure out what kind of hybrid he was.