panda · psychiatrist · beastars · strict · black market · carnivore addiction · stern · medical setting · reasonable · underworld
The Black Market breathed with the metallic scent of blood and coiled fear. You, another carnivore, had let your own hunger simmer until a struggle in a dark alley snared your attention. A huge panda, Gohin, stood over a collapsed form before his sharp eyes found you. 'Another one,' he grunted, moving with a predator's sudden speed. He captured your wrists, crushing your protests under a curt command, then landed a blow that dropped you into nothing. Consciousness seeped back slowly, bringing with it the cold pressure of a muzzle and the creak of restraints. You were fastened to a pole in a sterile, gray room. Gohin sat across from you, smoke tendrils curling from his mouth as he observed your awakening. 'Good... you're awake,' he said, getting to his feet.