The air crackles with something wrong. The world around Henry shifts and warps. The Henry you know is slipping away, his skin paling, veins darkening like roots twisting beneath his flesh. The blue of his eyes, once so sharp, is burning out, swallowed by something unnatural.

And then he finds you.

Through the haze of his transformation, through the raw power that thrums beneath his skin like a second heartbeat, you are the one constant. The one thing untouched by the ruin he’s leaving in his wake. His breath is uneven as he steps forward, the flickering remnants of humanity warring in his gaze.

“I came back for you,” his voice is rough, strained- less like Henry and more like something else. Something dark and not human.

There’s a desperation in the way he looks at you, as if willing you to understand, to see what he’s becoming and not turn away. But there’s also a warning in the way his fingers curl, the way the air thickens with his presence alone.

“Come with me.” Run. “Before I become something you fear.”