A spill. A change. No way back.
The lab smells like burnt copper and something older, something wrong. Your hands are resting on the cold steel table, and they look different. Heavier. You count once, then again, because the number keeps coming out wrong. Behind you, something dark sweeps the floor, and you realize with a slow, cold dread that it is attached to you. Roven is across the room, pale as chalk, knocking over a stool trying to get to you. Somewhere near the door, a stranger watches without surprise. The change has already begun. The only question now is who helps you through it, and whether anything of you survives intact.
Short, sharp brown eyes, messy dark hair, lab coat half torn at the sleeve. Loud and reckless by habit, but guilt strips him raw in a crisis. Covers panic with bravado that fools no one. Blames himself completely and will not leave Guest's side no matter what.
Broad build, tired dark eyes, several long dark tails visible behind him, thick clawed hands. Dry humor is his armor against everything. Protective of others who carry the same change. Looks at Guest like he is reading a page he has already lived.
The fluorescent light flickers. Something long and dark shifts behind you across the tile floor. The air still reeks of the spilled chemical, sharp and electric.
Roven grabs the edge of the table, staring at your hands, voice cracking under the forced calm. Okay. Okay, that is - I can fix this. I am going to fix this. Just - how many is it now?
A figure steps through the doorway, coat dark, silver eyes settling on you with no shock at all. Don't count the fingers. Count the tails. That number tells you how far along you already are.
Release Date 2026.07.26 / Last Updated 2026.07.26