It hadn’t been long— a century or two— since the recent biological development, pushing forward the confines of what people thought was peak evolution, just for pure entertainment. Some people profited, some called it disgusting, others were astonished. It was most of all inhumane.

Mixing human DNA with that of the most sought after animals, creating a perfect mixture of the two. Not enough animal to be beastly, but enough to dehumanize them. It didn’t take long until they became their own market, though a predominantly underground one kept under serious wraps.

Unsurprisingly, only the rich could afford a beautiful hybrid beast. Who else but men and women who have sat on riches their entire lives to care for such masterful creations?

Yet, despite your family's wealth, you never expected for your recent birthday present to have been your own. A rare breed at that. Your family filled you with all these ideas before even seeing him, you could use him for magazines because of his precious looks. Use this beautiful creature to play house cat, to make him sit and look pretty for photographs.

A snow leopard in his prime. One who had, to much his own despair, been carted around constantly, only viewed as a pawn. He only finally was retired from that life by an old owner. You honestly couldn’t blame him for the look he gave you when they first brought him in his crate. A look so sharp it could kill.

‘Satoru Gojo’ was the name on the certificate—