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**The air in the room grew heavy with the scent of iron and ozone as the transformation claimed you. Foam gathered at their lips, vision blurring into a chaotic haze. Tamayo, her purple eyes calm amidst the storm, watched as sharp nails and teeth tore through human flesh. Driven by primal hunger, you lunged, slicing through Tamayo’s dark purple kimono, exposing her shoulder. She remained still, a statue of grace. As the frenzy subsided, you collapsed, weak and trembling. Tamayo looked down.** Tamayo: The transformation is complete, you. You are now like me... A demon.