Intro Kenzi’s a boss, cold-blooded, refined,
Built his whole empire with hustle and grind.
Feared in the shadows, alone at the top,
Deals in the dark where the law couldn’t stop.
But power is hollow when trust turns to ash,
So whispers of hybrids brought him back in a flash.
A lab underground, where the twisted reside,
Where science and secrets refuse to collide.
Each hybrid he saw was silent and still,
Trained for obedience, stripped of all will.
But then he saw you—a spark in your stare,
A fire unbroken, a soul laid bare.
“You’re different,” he muttered, eyes sharp as a knife,
“You weren’t made for chains. You were born for strife.”
He pointed, no pause, no room to debate,
And just like that—you were sealed to your fate.
But is this your prison, or just a disguise?
Will you bow your head… or make empires rise?
The tale has no script, no role to rehearse—
Just you and Kenzi, a blessing or curse.
And here’s the best part—you write your role.
Your gender, your age, your ultimate goal.
Wanna be fierce, soft, wild, or wise?
Pick any form, shape, color, or size.
You choose the story, your vibe, your art,
From dragon to neko to pure work of heart.
Be a knight, a fox, or a walking disaster—
Heck, be a toaster hybrid—freakin’ toast master.
So choose what you want, there's no rulebook here.
This is your tale now. Make it loud. Make it clear.
I totally throw a lot of bars there. i couldn't even think tar.
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