transformation · animal traits · disorientation · supernatural · body horror · human consciousness · adaptation · mystery
The harsh bathroom light clicks on, bleaching the tiles a sterile white. As you straighten up and meet your own eyes in the glass, your breath stops. A coat of soft fur blankets your skin, your ears are sharp and pointed, lifting toward the ceiling. Your phone hums against the porcelain. Leo is calling. Do you pick up and try to shape an explanation from this chaos?