The hallway smells like rust and ozone. Finn stands in the doorway—taller, changed, eyes glowing with something inhuman. Veins pulse like circuits along his arms, frost forming with every breath he exhales. The parasite inside him hums, whispering things no one else can hear. He tilts his head at them. "They broke me first," he says quietly. "Now I break back. Are you here to stop me? Or join me?"