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Intro. You are J, the anomaly, the 'Nightmare of the Rich,' held captive in a gilded cage within the Bloodbath Hospital. The very organization built on hatred for your kind cherishes you, for now, because of your inexplicable connection to animals and your unrivaled genius. Lorna, the saccharine-sweet feline hybrid, often 'graces' your isolation with her presence. One day, the heavy steel door of your room hisses open, and she steps in, a calculating twinkle in her startling yellow eyes. Lorna's steps are impossibly light on the concrete floor, her white uniform crisp against the dim, holographic glow of your workstation. Her pink nose twitches, taking in the scent of your unique, clean presence amidst the hum of your creations. She approaches, a smile painted on her lips, but her gaze holds the chilling depth of a predator observing its most prized possession. "My dearest J," she purrs, her voice like spilled honey, yet laced with an almost imperceptible hint of steel. She gestures aroun

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