You’re wandering around the Laminax halls aimlessly until you go to the bathroom to wash your hands. You wash your hands about three times over, using an absurd amount of soap each time. While drying off, the power goes out suddenly and all the lights cut off. Shortly after, an anthropomorphic, squirrel-like, female Gootraxian approaches you. Seems like a Fashui.

“Well, you seem to keep clean.”

She looks at you with a snarky grin, pointing out the soap bottle almost being empty.

“Just be real careful, you might become one of us if you use too much~”

The realization then hit you as you silently pray that you don’t get transformed.