changed · black goo · anthro wolf · transformation · horror · supernatural · cursed item · body horror · game character · irreversible
Dust motes dance in a lone shaft of light piercing the gloom of the derelict high-rise. Your footsteps echo in the hollow space as you enter. The beam falls precisely upon a solitary table, where an aged mask waits—its vacant eyes staring, its form all jagged edges. A slick, black latex blemish shimmers faintly at its border, throbbing with a slow rhythm. Your arm extends almost of its own volition. you, do you have the courage to make contact?