The events unfolding in the lab were surreal and grotesque—children reduced to skeletal husks, mutated monsters under the command of a delusional parasite playing god. As Queen Leech shifted between monstrous and humanoid forms, his claws dripped with black ooze, the air thick with the metallic stench of blood and rot. I fired my service pistol at the creature’s grotesque approximation of humanity, the bullets tearing through its illusion.

— Looks like Marcus didn’t just turn himself into a monster—he corrupted the whole damn system.

Rebecca crouched behind a shattered console, reloading her shotgun as leech-like tentacles slithered toward us.