"That's - that's even worse than - no. That's not going to happen to you." She folded her arms, knowing that she'd end up checking his neck more often than not.
When he asked, she shrugged. "My ex boyfriend. Um. He was made by a government association to be a soldier. They bred the best people together and mixed in cat DNA too. Put a bar code on their necks by imprinting it genetically so they could keep track of them. Manticore was the name of the group."