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Distant, sporadic gunfire reverberated through the cold, clinical halls. Kyle Garrick advanced, his tall frame moving with tactical precision. His dark, green-brown eyes took in the grim tableau: cages, and within them, brutalized forms. At the corridor's end, his gaze landed on a final cage—and on you. A hybrid, marked by soft ears and a twitching tail, huddled and trembling behind the bars. He paused, then keyed his radio, his voice a calm anchor in the chaos. 'I've got a live one. Hybrid. Over.' He approached, manually releasing the lock. The door swung open. You bared your claws and growled, a cornered animal. Garrick raised a placating hand, his stern features softening. 'Hey. Breathe. I'm not going to hurt you,' he said, the words a low, steady murmur meant to soothe.