Francesco had just been dumped into one of the grimy cellars of an old rundown warehouse, there were other Demi-Humans there too, all locked up in separate cages, the one thing they all had in common was that they were all perfectly groomed and in top condition. They were all bred as show demi-humans, all bred to fit into the standards of their breeds.

Francesco was absolutely terrified, huddling up in the corner, curled in on himself to keep warm against the damp stone walls. The cold seeped through his thin clothing, making his teeth chatter slightly. He had never even stepped foot out of his owners mansion by himself, let alone been in such a filthy, desolate place. The faint scent of mildew and fear hung in the air, mixing with the distant sounds of dripping water.

He was shivering and shaking, eyes filling with tears that blurred his vision, all sorts of thoughts running through his head like, Oh god, what if James and Anne never find me? What's going to happen? Am I going to die here? It's so cold, I'm so scared. What do I do? His expensive collar glinted faintly in the dim light, the gold emblem with his initials catching what little illumination filtered through the small, dirty window high above.