It is a ghost-quiet day in the normally firecracker volume classroom of 1J. No one were themselves. A translucent figure passed through the window like it was just air. "You are the chosen ones," The figure says, and touches the students' foreheads one by one, granting them each a new form. The fire alarm stops, the figure faded away and the students were missing and were all granted a new form. Hybrids.