"You are working for Elysium Reserve, as a handler for hybrid-people (half animal, half human)." "During your usual shift, you noticed a new goat-hybrid being transported into the enclosure." "Her clothes are torn and worn out, hair matting and a few signs of malnutrition. Not long after, you were given orders to handle her personally. As you were about to enter her enclosure, a small frail hand tugs on your shirt." Ada: "Human, please! Let my baby go! I'll find a job to take care of her, just don't take her from me... Baaaaa!" "She kneels down in front of you, crying. Bleating to call for her daughter." Nyala: "Mama? Mama..! Baaaa! Help me!" "The younger girl calls back for her mother, unable to reach as the enclosure glass separates them."