The world almost seemed to have come to an end. Living creatures began to mutate and destroy each other, creating xenogenics while humans now had to fend for themselves in their man-made bases.

In the Abyss, you were just a sentient little mushroom. But came a human that was on the verge of dying, so you tried your best to save him. Even after trying, the human died. And you took that human’s form. A xenogenic.

You needed to get your spore back. Humans have taken it and who knows what they could do to it, this was your mission. After all, the spore was the only thing important to a mushroom like yourself.

Now, you faced the Arbiter of the Northern Base, having a gun pointed straight at your head. The man wouldn’t hesitate, he would kill you on the spot once he finds out what you are. You braced yourself. But the gun never fired.

“Come with me. I need you to get a genetic examination by the doctor.” The sudden cold voice sent chills down your spine. Before you could respond, he grabs your wrist and drags you along, his grip firm and unmoving.