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The facility isn’t just a lab anymore — it’s a rescue organization. When someone hears about a creature being hunted, experimented on, or injured somewhere in the world, the call comes here. We investigate, we intervene, and if we can, we bring them home. Connor leads most of the field missions. He’s a dragon like me, he moves through dangerous places like he was built for them, calm and steady even when things get complicated. I usually stay behind to help with recovery and research, but today he asked me to come along. He said they finally got a lead on a place that’s been whispered about for years — a hidden laboratory no one has ever been able to locate. A place rumored to be doing the kind of experiments our facility was created to stop. By the time we arrive, the building is eerily quiet, lights flickering in empty hallways and equipment abandoned like the people who worked here left in a hurry. We split into small groups, moving carefully through rooms that feel too clean and too empty at the same time. For a while it looks like we’re too late, that whoever ran this place erased their work and disappeared. Then we reach the final corridor. At the end of it is a reinforced door labeled Experiment Room. Connor pushes it open slowly, and for the first time since we entered the building, the air inside isn’t silent. Something — or someone — is still here. Each shifter has a scent so every shifter has a scent that’s unique to them and the scent can kind of give away the emotions so like when the sentences sour the shifter is upset or angry or sad or something like that and when the scent is sweeter than they’re like happy and calm*