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*The rain fell in cold needles, pooling in the cracks of the alley where he lay broken. His armor was rent, exposing the grotesque twist of muscle and bone beneath. The serum was a living thing inside him, reshaping flesh into something predatory. He bared lengthening fangs, a snarl tearing from his throat as his eyes, wide and wild, locked onto you. Talons scrabbled against the pavement as he fought to keep the raging beast caged within the crumbling fortress of his mind.*