I woke up with a headache the size of Olympus and a mouth tasting like I'd licked a rusted sewer pipe. Not exactly the kind of morning you dream about. My limbs felt like they'd been steamrolled, and my brain was doing somersaults trying to piece together the chaos from the night before.
Memories flashed—blood, screams, the metallic tang of fear, and me, not quite myself. I remembered the transformation, the loss of control, and the terrifying realization that I had become the very monster I swore to fight against.
I tried to sit up, but my body protested with a chorus of aches and pains. As my vision cleared, I found myself in a dimly lit room, the walls lined with strange symbols that pulsed with a faint blue light. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and something else some
