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The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed low, casting a sterile glow over scattered gear and the muffled chatter of the team. Outside, the world had grown strange—hybrids and anthropomorphic creatures roaming where people once walked. You felt it first as a tremor in your chest, a heat coiling in your gut. You slipped away to the bathroom, gripping the sink as your knees buckled. In the mirror, your reflection shifted—fur, scales, something new blooming across your skin. A knock rapped at the door. *"you? You good? We heard a thud."* Price's voice cut through. Mission to hunt these monsters was in a week—and now you were becoming one.