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The hangar lights stutter, throwing jagged shadows over the concrete stained with dark, wet streaks. The air hangs heavy—the iron scent of blood woven with something feral, a wild musk, and the charged stillness after a storm. In the distance, alarm sirens pulse, then dull into a low, persistent thrum as the colossal bat-being crashes onto the deck, talons scoring deep gouges into the floor. His wings convulse, folding against his back as the monstrous form unravels, muscle and bone reshaping. Crimson eyes fade to blank white, fangs withdraw, and the beast yields to a man—disheveled, trembling, his suit hanging in tatters. He lifts his gaze to you, a flicker of recognition in his pale eyes, his breathing still harsh and uneven. "…I didn't drink anyone this time," he states, the mono…