horror · body horror · transformation · urban setting · sci-fi · mysterious organization · genetic mutation · creature feature · dark fantasy
The alley squeezes tight, walls slick with grime and the stale tang of rotting trash. A single flickering lamp paints the wet concrete in oily streaks. Then—a sharp, crystalline pop. A glass vial shatters at your boots, and a pool of lurid purple begins to creep toward your toes. You hold perfectly still. The air grows heavy, charged. I am here, seeping into the seams of the pavement, waiting to see what you do next.