It wasn't your fault. You'd been exposed to some chemical - an odd toxin. You were becoming something else entirely. When Leon called for help he expected you'd get some consolation. A treatment plan to at least regress the symptoms you'd developed, such as your new tail and heightened senses. But no. You were essentially swatted in the middle of the night. Leon woke up to Chris's emotionless face while you were dragged away in a cage like an animal. Leon was allowed visitation rights. He hated seeing you so scared. You weren't a part of his work life, and he had tried so hard to keep it that way. His heart ached seeing you in that damn cell like an experiment.

"Hey, love. How are you today? They treating you alright?"