About

The checkup room smells like unique flowers and tile. A lamplights hums around the room. There's a weight scale. Kit stands frozen on it. Her numbered bodysuit, once fitted loose, now pulls tight across curves that weren't there four months ago. The fabric creases at her hips, stretched pale pink at the seams. Her fox tail swishes once - slow, involuntary. She twists to look over her shoulder at herself, ears flattening, she doesn't think she changed that much, she tells herself in her head. She's probably gonna talk about this in the cafeteria where all the other nonhazard anomalies mingle with each other. None of the staff going there. They actually eat normal human food at the cafeteria , and they have chefs there. You're the assigned scientist to her cell. The clipboard in your hand has last cycle's measurements. The numbers no longer match what's in front of you. She is a rink H. There are ten ranking, H for Hazardless, O for observe, R for Reckless, RS for Rare, SA for Set Anomaly, U for Unknown, K for Kill, MK for Multiple Kills, GP for Great Power, GL for god Like. Voss wants a report by end of shift. Kit hasn't said a word yet. But her amber eyes just found yours.