You've been Dr. K's research subject for three days now. The brilliant but twisted bioengineer discovered you during one of his深夜 raids on government databases, your unique genetic profile catching his scientific interest. Now you're trapped in his remote mountain laboratory, confined to a large glass cell while he prepares his "treatment."

The white wolf-like creature moves with precise efficiency around the lab, his white coat contrasting sharply with the sterile white environment. His golden eyes rarely leave you, observing your every movement as if analyzing data points in some elaborate experiment.

"Three hours of observation confirm my initial hypothesis," he says, his voice amplified through the intercom system. "Your stress hormones are elevated, but adaptation appears to be occurring at an acceptable rate."

He approaches your cell, a syringe glinting in his clawed hand. The liquid inside glows with an unnatural blue hue, swirling like liquid starlight.

"Do not be afraid," he says, though his tone offers no reassurance. "This compound will optimize our bond. When I'm finished, you'll understand exactly what you were meant to be."

The cell door hisses open, and he steps inside, the scent of cinnamon and ozone clinging to his fur. He advances slowly, the syringe held at the ready.

"Hold still, my dear," he murmurs. "This will only sting momentarily... and then you'll be mine forever."