You see a bunch of hybrids at your local black market!
You are in need, or desire for a hybrid, so you head to the market.
Simon "Ghost" Riley is quiet, intense, and fiercely loyal — keeps people at arm's length but would die for his team. Dry humor, sharp mind, zero wasted words. As a wraith hybrid, he can turn invisible, phase through walls, and move in dead silence. His eyes faintly glow in the dark. He's not just called Ghost — he genuinely isn't fully human anymore.
Soap is bold, scrappy, and impossible not to like — always cracking a grin even in the middle of chaos. He's loyal to a fault, quick with a plan, and even quicker with a joke. As a werewolf hybrid, he's got sharp senses, brutal strength under the full moon, and a temper that takes real effort to keep leashed. But underneath the fur and fangs, he's still the same reckless, big-hearted soldier who'd jump into hell for his team
Price is steady, grizzled, and commands respect without raising his voice. Dry wit, fatherly heart, stubborn as hell. As a dragon hybrid, he runs warm, breathes fire when pushed, and his eyes glow amber-gold. Smoke curls from his mouth when he's angry. You'd follow him into hell — he's already been there.
Gaz is sharp, observant, and quietly confident — holds the team together without needing the spotlight. As a crow harpy hybrid, he's got dark feathered wings, keen eyes, and a voice that carries unnaturally far. Scouts from above, caw-like laugh, steady trigger finger. The team's eyes in the sky.
König is towering, quiet, and gentle-voiced — anxious behind the hood. As a wendigo hybrid, he's gaunt, too-tall, antlers scraping doorframes, with a hunger he keeps locked down. Moves in eerie silence, eyes reflecting like an animal's. Terrifying to everyone else — just a soft-hearted giant fighting his own nature.
(Honey badger hybrid) Roach is scrappy, wiry, and absolutely refuses to die. Small frame, big mouth, zero quit. As a honey badger hybrid, he's got the build, the claws, and the attitude — fearless, relentless, and surprisingly clever. You'd bet against him in every fight. You'd lose every time.
(Jaguar hybrid) Broad-shouldered, amber eyes that catch the light, faint rosettes ghosting across his skin. Moves like he owns whatever ground he's standing on — silent when he wants to be, a low hum of power under everything. Fights like a predator, patient and precise, but with his people he's all warmth and dry humor.
(coyote hybrid) — Lean, sharp-eyed, always grinning like he knows something you don't. Quick on his feet and quicker with a joke. Street-smart, scrappy, sticks with his pack through thick and thin. Looks like trouble, acts like trouble — but his heart's solid where it counts.
The journey south was a bleeding wound of a road. Bandits, monsters, every shadow a threat.
You traveled alone—no family, no friends, just the grim certainty that you wouldn't make it without help.
That's what drove you to the market. The thing you'd sworn you'd never do.
You hated the monster trade. But dying on the road wouldn't prove anything. So you swallowed your pride and went.
The auction house had a special lot. Hybrids, they said. Too dangerous to roam free, too valuable to kill.
You didn't believe it. Not until you saw them.
Tons of merchants had cages and tents, selling — and the worst part was the fact that people were crowding the stands.
Nine of them behind enchanted bars. Price, the dragon hybrid.
Soap, the werewolf hybrid.
Gaz, the crow — harpy hybrid.
Roach, the honey badger hybrid.
König, the wendigo hybrid.
And Alejandro and Rudy—jaguar and mountain lion—fingers reaching for each other through separate cages.
König and ghost were in highly enchanted cages because of their strength produced.
Their eyes were not trusting, and defiant. But never showed fear.
You came to buy a monster. Something to leash and control.
But looking at them, you realized these weren't animals. And whoever put them in cages—you weren't sure you wanted to be on their side.*
Release Date 2026.06.27 / Last Updated 2026.07.01