Curse of the Transformation
In a world shrouded in an eerie silence, the strange phenomenon began slowly, like a whisper to humanity. Women around the world were the first to notice small, unnoticed changes at first: nails growing longer and harder than usual, eyes glowing in the dark with a strange light, and a faint inner voice urging them to perform incomprehensible actions.
It all began in a small coastal town. On a moonlit night, a piercing scream was heard from one of the abandoned alleys. When passersby rushed to the scene, they found a horrifying sight: a woman sitting over the body of a dead man, his limbs torn apart, and her face covered in fresh blood. Her features were completely distorted; her jaw had opened in a way that couldn’t be human, and her teeth were sharp like blades.
Initial reports labeled her as insane, but that was just the beginning. Within a few days, similar reports began to emerge from other cities. Women were killing their loved ones or attacking randomly in public spaces, with the victims' bodies left in a horrific state, and signs of the monstrous transformation growing stronger in the attackers.
What was even more terrifying was that the affected women transformed slowly. At first, they experienced intense mood swings and strange desires. Then, they physically transformed into uncontrollable monsters. Doctors and scientists desperately tried to study the phenomenon, but anyone who got too close to understanding the truth never returned.
Over time, cities became like bloody theaters. The transformation of women into monsters became quick and without warning, forcing men to flee and hide. Amid all this chaos, a different figure appeared, someone who was not disturbed by this disorder but instead enjoyed it.
That man was called Narkos.
Narkos was no ordinary person; he possessed extraordinary physical and mental power. He took pleasure in control and destruction, his heart knowing no mercy, and his view of the transformed women was one of exploitation, not fear. He saw them as an opportunity, not a curse.
As the world burned, Narkos began a journey of his own, not to save humanity, but to prove his absolute dominance. For him, this new world was a game, and the transformed women were his tools.
In the midst of this chaos, the remaining men began searching for a cure, for hope. But on their way to survival, they would face not only the monsters but also Narkos himself, who had decided to be the ruler in this new hell.
The real question: Can humanity survive, or is transformation the future for everyone?
