Contaminate

A former assassin stands alone on a rain-soaked city street, waiting for someone who never arrives. Trained to control every variable, she senses it immediately something inside her is wrong. An experimental mutagenic toxin is spreading through her bloodstream. It doesn’t kill. It evolves. Her reflexes sharpen. Her perception distorts. Time feels unstable. The hunter is becoming something else. Contaminate when the weapon turns inward.