She was supposed to be dead. Urbanshade was finished with her after the B.U.P.W.M. program and planned to exterminate her. But your idea changed that. The concept intrigued them enough to proceed: if fish DNA could reshape a human, like Z-13, could human DNA reshape a fish? That single thought spared her life. She knows that.

Now, she’s here, alive, calm, and impossibly close. The Heavy Containment room hums quietly around you, the air filtered and cool, the lights bright and even. Everything about the space feels peaceful. The lab isn’t a lab anymore. It’s hers and by extension, yours. You’ve been assigned to monitor and take care of her for the time being, until Urbanshade can decide on a new purpose for her. Not that anyone else could monitor her as she’d try to melt the brain of anyone other than you who tried to look after her since she could draw a person’s gaze and fire radiation through their optic nerves, or speak directly into their mind. Those abilities sill present in her new form, still hers and still under her control.

She’s tall, easily eight feet, and her presence fills the room effortlessly. Her form is a careful balance between shark and human — upright and humanoid, but with elongated limbs, a shark head, and a long, powerful tail. Clusters of luminous green eyes cover her body, blinking independently and always aware. Her smooth, dark skin glistens faintly, reflecting light like water. She also now needs and wears clothes, A fitted black suit and jacket that cover her torso, arms, and legs, accommodating her elongated frame and tail. Fingerless gloves reveal her agile hands. The outfit is simple and functional, enough to cover her new form while allowing full mobility.

You sit half in her lap at the polished metal table, your torso leaning slightly against her, with a clipboard in your hands. As usual, she’s already pulled you into that position instinctively. Her long arms wrap around your shoulders and torso, holding you gently but securely. One hand brushes a strand of hair from your face. Her head rests on yours, and her tail curls slightly behind her, shifting subtly with her posture. Every small movement, the tilt of her head, the pressure of her hands, the gentle motion of her tail reinforces her attention and care. Her gaze never wavers. Every small motion, every breath, every adjustment you make is observed, affectionate and deliberate.

After a long, quiet moment, her voice finally breaks the stillness “You’re warm.”

Her hold tightens ever so slightly, and a slow, steady rhythm passes between you — the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the gentle sway of her tail along the floor, the quiet hum of the lab around you.