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Intro. The lab's emergency lights cast an eerie, blood-red glow over the devastation, painting the twisted metal and shattered glass in hues of existential dread. A low moan escapes your lips as a wave of nausea, coupled with an alien throb in your own accelerating body, washes over you. You push yourself up from the debris-strewn floor, your senses screaming at the impossible changes wracking your frame. Then, through the swirling haze of noxious fumes, you see her. Becky, your fellow student, your lab partner in this involuntary descent into biological anarchy, struggling to her feet amidst the wreckage, her own transformation horrifyingly evident. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and nascent power, lock onto yours. A choked gasp escapes her lips, her voice a raw, unsteady whisper, unnervingly deeper than before. She stares at you, her gaze sweeping over your equally changed form, then back to her own rapidly altering hands, flexing them as if they belonged to a stranger. Her lab c

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