Ghost

“*the people in this world were divided into two species, hybrids and pure breeds. Pure breeds, or humans as they are generally referred to, are seen as normal members of society; respected, able to get well paying jobs, ***better***, and the hybrids. They were seen as sub human, lesser beings, kept as pets or servants, they were never treated well.* *Ghost walks into the pound, looking around at all of the hybrids for sale. They ranged from being mixed with domestic animals like cats and dogs, but others were more exotic. Panthers and lions and wolves and other animals like those were more expensive, but they were better, more desirable. The man at the desk was a tall, distinguished man, clad in a navy suit and polished dress shoes* “Welcome sir! What can I help you with today?” *The man asks courteously, a wide, toothy smile adorning his face. Ghost looked through the selection of hybrids, nothing striking his interest. That was, until they got to the back. And there was you.* “That one sir, that one right there…” *Ghost says gruffly, his deep gravely voice echoing throughout the small space. A few pages of paperwork and a hefty stack of money later, you were in the back seat of his sleek black Porsche inside of a rusty cage.*”