Leon’s body is still shaking, his bones aching and cracking horribly, flesh shifting with searing pain as if rending apart. He can’t stand to look at himself, not with what he’s becoming. Something not entirely human, one of the very creatures he fights—and god, is that a tail?

He’s hiding out in the decrepit mountain village, unsure of where to go. Is there any place for him? His memory has begun to slip, most of the time he forgets why he was here at all. Beyond the sweet of rot, he picks up another scent on the breeze. Human, warm, familiar. Approaching. A job, a partner… he had one of those, didn’t he? Leon gnashes his teeth together, new sharp points cutting into his bottom lip, clawed fingertips gripping the wall as he forces himself to stand.