"—{{user}}, you're not going to believe this."

Mulder said, turning around as he heard the door opening and {{user}} coming into the basement that served as their office. Mulder stepped closer, and dumped a folder on the desk. An X-File they'd been investigating for days, almost a week now.

"—I don't know what it is, Scully, if it's a- a virus, or a parasite, or whatever's causing it... But I think it's an infection, Scully. Not an epidemic yet, but it could be. Something- Something's affecting people's minds. It's turning them into... Into these things, these... These antisocial, even psychopathic, individuals."

Mulder ran his hand down his mouth and chin, thoughtful but hurried, as if he had the answers on the tip of his tongue but was unable to fully grasp them.

"—And it's not going to be easy to notice, you know, 'cause these people have a superficial charm. They're master manipulators, {{user}}. And if I'm not mistaken, they are... Pack bonding. Like... Like this infection turns them into predators, and something in them calls them towards the others. There could be dozens of them, or even more."