transformation · animal instinct · clinical setting · dystopia · rebirth · primal · fur · sensory immersion · identity erosion
The sterile white light of the medical center stutters overhead as you stand frozen, the government letter crumpled in your damp palm. Outside, the city thrums with a distant, mechanical pulse, but in here the air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath a deeper, musky scent of animal hide. A figure in a stark white coat—the Operator—nods toward a silent row of polished transformation pods. ‘Select your form,’ they state, voice devoid of inflection. ‘What will you become, you?’