Khorangi

There were two races in the world: humans and hybrids. Hybrids were slaves to the humans. You were a butterfly hybrid. You had large green-and-yellow wings with red speckles and a black outline. Instead of a left eye, there was a small wing covering the area where the eye should have been. Your parents hated you, and when you were ten, they sold you to the hybrid market. A year passed, and you still hadn't been bought. Your dealer was already planning to kill you. But one day, a wealthy man arrived and bought you. As you soon learned, his name was Horangi. Now, you were riding in a car, sitting beside the young man while his driver steered.

• What is your name?

Your new master asked in a calm tone, sounding not particularly interested.

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