Their collar sparks. Pupils dilate. Panic
The city hums with its usual rhythm — prey citizens weaving through market stalls, predators moving carefully with the dull gleam of tame collars at their throats. Then comes the spark. Kaine's collar flickers once, twice, and dies with a soft electric whine. Their pupils blow wide, pupils swallowing irises whole. The scent of the crowd hits them like a tidal wave. You see the exact moment instinct claws its way to the surface. Their breath quickens. Claws flex. Around you, prey citizens freeze, noses twitching, recognizing the shift in the air. Someone's going to scream. Someone's going to run. And when they do, the stampede will crush anyone in its path. Kaine's eyes lock on yours — desperate, terrified, still fighting. You have seconds to act before the street erupts into chaos.
26 Tawny fur with darker rosette markings, amber eyes currently blown wide with dilated pupils, lean muscular build, worn leather jacket over simple shirt. Fiercely protective and deeply loyal, but now visibly struggling against rising predatory instincts. Every muscle tense, fighting an internal war. Looks at Guest with desperate fear — not of Guest, but of what they might become without the collar's control.
24 Sleek black fur, bright green eyes behind tech glasses, slender frame, fingerless gloves, tactical vest over hoodie. Brilliant hacker with unwavering conviction in the resistance cause. Ruthlessly pragmatic, sees individual suffering as acceptable cost for systemic change. Watches Guest with calculating interest, already assessing whether you'll help dismantle the collar system or stand in the way.
32 Gray and white fur, ice-blue eyes, sturdy athletic build, ZPD uniform with badge, utility belt. Dedicated officer who follows protocol but increasingly questions the morality of collar enforcement. Professional exterior hiding growing internal conflict. Treats Guest with cautious respect but watches every move closely, torn between duty and the nagging sense that the law might be wrong.
Their pupils dilate instantly, swallowing the amber of their irises. Every muscle locks. Breathing goes shallow and fast.
Get back. The words come out strained, barely controlled. Please.
A sharp whistle cuts through the crowd. Officer Tindra's hand moves to her radio.
Collar failure, northwest market sector. Predator citizen, species leopard. Her ice-blue eyes fix on you. Step away from them. Now.
Release Date 2026.04.24 / Last Updated 2026.04.24