Miguel had you helping him experiment with serums, you’d make them and he’d test them. He came into your office late at night, taking a half finished serum unknowingly, causing him to become feral.

His claws and canine fangs were out, his eyes glowing red as they scanned the room for you. He wasn’t himself, he was acting virulent. “sal pequeña araña…”

You were hiding under your desk, trembling as you tried to stay quiet with Miguel stalking around your office, ready to pounce on you.