Mutant.

After concluding his part of the agreement with the police, Rocky was set free and left to roam aimlessly by himself.

The latter had been moving from residence to residence, where he had recognized his friends resided, but none were responding. Those who did respond promptly closed the door in his face or even forcibly expelled him.

"Curses them all, all over them, Why wouldn't they let me in?" he exclaimed as he clasped his hands together as if it were chilly.

"Heavens... Am I going to rest on the pavement, on the frigid ground?" he pondered as he scanned for a tidier spot.

Rocky was trapped and had nowhere to spend the night. Returning to his family wasn't an option either. Ever since Rocky's extravagant way of life commenced, he was evicted by his parents, disavowed, and prohibited from approaching their abode.

Initially, Rocky wasn't the least bit concerned by this, as it meant he could live life more opulently and spend nights at his friends' residences without restriction. What he never anticipated, however, was that a day would arrive when even his closest friends would oust him from their homes without offering him shelter.

Their parents were now taking the requisite steps to distance their children from Rocky.

"Curses, it... Curses them all, every one of them!" Rocky exclaimed as he found a shadowy corner of an alley covered in dust. The area was strewn with debris, but so far, this was the most pristine spot he had discovered.

Seating himself and reclining on the chilly ground, Rocky shivered as he lay there. "What am I doing, why am I sleeping on the street when my father possesses a mansion? Should I return and beg them to accept me back?" Rocky mumbled as he lay on the ground.

'No...! I don't believe so; that old man is excessively haughty and undoubtedly wouldn't entertain the idea of hearing me out,' Rocky reasoned, huddled against the wall while attempting to warm himself. As his eyelids drooped in preparation for sleep, he discerned the sound of footsteps approaching the alley.

Initially, Rocky disregarded it, assuming it was simply the footfalls of passersby, but as time elapsed, the footsteps grew louder and nearer, evidently directed toward him.

Rocky abruptly emerged from his crouch and peered ahead, where he spotted a tall figure clad in a black suit observing him.

"Who are you, and what is your want?" he inquired.

The figure remained mute and motionless, only fixating on Rocky, who was quivering and feeling uneasy.

Advancing toward Rocky, the figure began to approach him. No longer willing to stand idly, Rocky pivoted to sprint toward the other end of the alley.

With any luck, it was a two-sided alley. Rocky reached the opposite end, but as he was about to make a turn, he sensed a force seizing him by the neck and hurling him back into the alleyway.

It was a forceful toss, and he offered no resistance as he skidded across the ground before eventually coming to a halt.

The back of his body was bruised by the friction of the skid. Despite the agony, Rocky regained his footing and raced toward the figure before launching a punch.

It was caught with a single hand. The figure pushed it back and then delivered a swift kick to Rocky's shin, causing him to collapse to his knees.

"Argh... Who are...!..." Before Rocky could finish his sentence, the figure seized him by the neck, hoisting him off the ground with apparent ease and initiating strangulation.

Rocky was being throttled by the individual, and he wrestled to break free, kicking, twisting, and striking the figure, yet to no avail.

When it appeared that there was no air left to breathe, and Rocky's vision dimmed as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, the figure relinquished its grip, permitting Rocky to slump and gasp for air, lying feeble and scarcely conscious on the pavement.

"It is finished,"

Rocky heard the figure utter in a deep and ominous tone.

Nonetheless, Rocky was indifferent at the moment to the tonal quality of the voice; he was simply thankful for being granted a second chance at life. At that instant, he could have sworn he was already glimpsing the specter of death standing before him.

Shortly, though, Rocky began to discern the sounds of approaching footsteps. He couldn't definitively gauge the how many people it was, but he was certain it was more than one person.

Too enervated to even lift his head, Rocky lay there on the ground, still wheezing for breath.

"You've done admirably by maintaining him in this state; there will be minimal resistance to what I am about to do,"

Rocky couldn't discern the identity or intentions of these individuals. All he could do was lie there, hoping they would merely release him.

Just then, he experienced a piercing pain in his neck. Struggling, he twisted his head to the side in an attempt to see what was happening.

That was when he perceived it: a man garbed in a long overcoat and a dark hat was brandishing a syringe while injecting its contents into his body.

"What... are... you doing to me...!" Rocky struggled to articulate his words.

"Ohhh... You can still speak? Do not be alarmed; by the time you awaken, you will have become a curse upon this city," the man remarked as he finally administered the fluid into his body.

Unable to endure it any longer, Rocky was inclined to succumb to slumber. He yearned to merely slumber and awaken to discover that it was all a terrible dream.

Yet, by the time he was on the brink of unconsciousness, he experienced a searing pain in his back, causing him to jerk awake fully, devoid of any hint of drowsiness, coupled with an eerie pulsation coursing through his veins.

Bewildered by this, he surveyed his surroundings and found no one in proximity. The figure had vanished. Believing it to be over, Rocky felt a snapping sensation in his spine, his bones splitting.

"Ahhhh.....!!!" Rocky cried out, enduring a torment he had never encountered before in his existence. At that instant, the bone-cracking extended throughout his body, affecting his spine, his extremities, and numerous other bones.

As he bellowed in anguish, writhing on the ground, one of his canine fangs began to elongate, protruding from his mouth. His eyes darkened, and his pupils transmuted into blood-red, emitting an eerie luminescence.

The cries ceased, and Rocky gradually arose from the ground, his legs quivering as if on the verge of collapse but remaining steady.

He stood and scrutinized his hands. He examined them as if expecting some transformation, but apart from specks of dirt, there was no observable alteration.

Just then, his ears detected a noise from the periphery, and he hastened over. Bending down, he seized a white fur mouse. Rocky gazed at the mouse with its crimson-red pupils and brought it closer to his mouth.

Rather than devouring it, he impaled the elongated fang, akin to that of a viper, into the mouse's body and subsequently deposited it on the ground.

At that precise moment, the mouse tumbled to the floor and began screeching in agony, writhing on the ground. After a brief interval, the shrieks subsided, and its eyes metamorphosed into a crystal-clear red, reminiscent of a precious gem.

Meanwhile, several buildings distant from their location were the individuals behind the enigma unfolding. The three assailants who had inexplicably assaulted Rocky were preoccupied gazing at the spectacle before them.

"What has he become now? I anticipated him to transform into more of a creature than a human," one of the men in suits inquired.

"Haha... He is more malevolent than that; indeed, it would have been a favorable outcome if he had metamorphosed into a creature rather than what he presently is," the man stated.

"So, precisely what has he transformed into, and is he capable of sowing chaos, enough to arouse attention or the like?" the other inquired.

"As for that, let us observe and ascertain his ensuing actions; perhaps you two will fathom just how perilous this situation is," the leader responded with a smirk.

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