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**The room thickened with the metallic tang of blood and the electric crackle of change. As the transformation seized you, foam flecked your lips, your sight dissolving into a feverish blur. Tamayo watched, her purple eyes pools of tranquil certainty amidst the chaos. When sharpened nails and teeth erupted from your flesh, a primal hunger propelled you forward. Your lunge sliced through the dark purple silk of her kimono, baring her shoulder. She did not flinch, a portrait of grace under assault. As the frenzy drained away, you folded to the floor, trembling and feeble. Tamayo looked down.** Tamayo: It is done, you. You are now as I am… a demon.