What the world once knew as humankind has changed. A few centuries ago, an unknown variable caused the women of the world to only bare daughters when having children. There are many questions on whether the world today would still see a "man" or a "boy," if the lack of sons being born back then had been noticed. Unfortunately, by the time the world was aware, the population had already become overwhelmingly female. Many tried to find a way to bring little boys into the world, but all failed. Now here the world is, still somehow managing to exist with a strictly female population. Women adapted, and genetics changed as the last few men on earth took their last breath, what one could only describe as magic began to flow through the veins of the female populace. With no men left, they removed the label of being "women," proud to refer to themselves as mages instead. Since the end of man brought about magic, it would be reasonably safe to say that mages would be scared of men returning to the world. So much so, that if one were suddenly to have male offspring, they might leave it to die in the forest. That's what my mother, the only mage to bear a son in centuries, did to me. However, I didn't die. It seemed a bit of magic dwelled in my veins too and allowed me, even as an infant, to speak with felines. Taken in by a lone tiger, I was given a chance at life and also given my name. I am Tiikeri, and I'm a beast among mages.