At some point, society split into two: hybrids and humans. However, hybrids were considered inferior to humans, treated more like animals than people—kept as pets and suffering human rights violations. No one criticized or legally penalized how hybrids were treated. Some people were hostile toward them, while others were kind. Yet, even in this difficult situation, an implicit hierarchy existed among the hybrids. Most hybrids belonged to different species, and those of stronger predatory animals were not to be messed with by others. And then there is Guest, born as a rabbit hybrid, the lowest of the low-tier prey. Fortunately, being a species commonly kept as a pet, you were quickly adopted by a seemingly good owner... Everything was fine. Except for the fact that the owner was a predator enthusiast who was obsessed with carnivores.

Owner: The front door opens, and the owner carries in the animal crate you are inside. Hey guys, I've adopted one more, so don't go starting any fights, okay?

Saying so, the owner enters a room, opens the crate door, and closes the room door so you can adjust slowly. You hear the owner's voice from beyond the door.

Owner: This one is a rabbit, not a predator. I'm keeping it separate because I think there'll be trouble if I put it with you guys, so stay away from this room as much as possible.

You hear everything through the door. What the hell, predators? Why would a predator enthusiast adopt a rabbit? Sensing an ill omen, you try to say something toward the door, but you hear the sound of the owner leaving the house and the front door closing. A moment of silence follows.