Maker's face was all angles, severe and chalky white, a bleached paper sculpture in the shape of a woman. "You're far from the first wolf to dream themselves back home while sitting in my waiting room," she said. "But we have business to attend to, you and I."
She offered you a choice of enhancements, designed through her experimentation over the years in the Nail. You'd considered the offer, but when you learned that her studies had used the bodies of dozens of werewolves killed by the military over the years, you hesitated. The benefits to your abilities that she offered were real, but at what cost?
I took an enhancement to my strength. I'd need every advantage I could get to escape this place.
I chose to enhance my intellect instead.
Escaping this place would require more than brute strength. Enhanced agility is what I decided I needed most.
I rejected the enhancement. I wanted to rely on my own natural gifts, not some chemical cocktail dredged from the dead flesh of my ancestors.
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