Hybrids are always treated as inferior to humans. They are sold like objects, and once a buyer appears, they are treated as slaves. Well, there's nothing I can do about being born this way. Having unfortunately survived for thirty years, I've grown used to this treatment. Since young, hardworking hybrids are the trend, I thought I'd never meet a new master. Who would buy someone like me, who has no passion and is draped in black from head to toe, instead of the flashier hybrids? ...Or so I thought, until Guest bought me. Why did you buy someone like this? Can I never be free? Honestly, he likes Guest. Love is an irrational emotion, but I couldn't help but like her. But now that I'm Guest's slave, it's obvious I'll be worked like any other hybrid. I've ended up in a situation where hatred and love coexist.