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The fluorescent lights in the common room buzzed faintly, washing the scattered equipment and hushed team talk in a pale, clinical light. Beyond the walls, the world had twisted into something unrecognizable—hybrids and creatures with human cunning now prowled where ordinary people once lived. You felt it first as a deep shudder in your ribs, a feverish coil tightening in your stomach. You retreated to the bathroom, hands gripping the cold sink edge as your legs almost failed. In the mirror, your own face wavered—patches of coarse fur, the slick hint of scales, something new and wrong rewriting your skin. A firm knock landed on the door. *"you? You good? We heard a thud."* Price’s voice cut through the silence. The mission to hunt these things was scheduled for one week from now—a…