The Face of Perdition

What had once been Natalie, and then a doll, was now...something else. She was tall, taller than Jim even, with dark, obsidian-scaled skin covering her matured, adult body. Her brown hair had crystallized into black, dreadlock-like protrusions dangling from her head. What looked liked plates of dark chitin covered her crotch and breasts.

But most frighteningly, her nails had doubled in length, ending in deadly-looking points.

Slowly, the red eyes seemed to grow colder and colder...

1. Talk to Natalie...?
2. Shoot her with the device!
3. Run.

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