Imagine Fulton Balcus trying, and failing, to hide the reason he brought you to Chronos.
At first you think he wants you for himself. Then, as you go further along the “growth corridor,” it becomes clearer Balcus wants you to be part of the Zoanoid breeding program.
“Grotesque little creatures, aren’t they? You could easily become one with-” The chairman cleared his throat. “Er, one of them.”
Where do I sign up? was what you wanted to ask.
Note: On a body horror kick lol.













