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Aren sits down on the plastic seat. He scoots closer to the plastic table provided by Noire Corp for this set of interviews. Sitting across from him is a canid. The interviewer has fox ears and a big, bushy orange tail accompanied by tanned skin. He takes out a notepad and a recorder and presses the record button.

"Please state your name and occupation for Noire Corp."

"Okay, Aren Goldie. I guess lab rat is what I do around here. Guinea pig if we're feeling generous."

The interviewer jots down notes and flips over a page. Aren guesses that they are filled with questions he intends to ask. "How did you find your way to Noire Corp?"

"A wanted ad in the newspaper. I was running low on money for food and this job sounded easy enough."

The interviewer scribbled more notes down. "Food? Not rent or bills?"

Aren reaches for the tape recorder and hits the record button. The interviewer's eyes widened and he glares at Aren. The nekomara cowered in his seat. "Um, off the record?" The interviewer sighs and nods. "I live in an abandoned house in the woods. No need to worry about anything!" Aren just smiles as he hits the record button.

The interviewer clears his throat and flips to another page. "Records state still that you're a canid, but you are a nekomara now. Is this a mistake or...?"

"It's a successful experiment. Dr. Noire and Dr. Ishika changed my species from a canid to a nekomara with a flip of a switch. They said it's always failed before; I'm their first success." The interviewer scribbles continue as Aren continues. "I'm quite happy with being a nekomara now."

"Is that because it'll make it harder for your family to find you?"

"Excuse me?" Aren stares at the interviewer as he lifts his head from his notebook.

"You told me you've been living in the woods in a house-"

"That was supposed to be off the record!" Aren slams his fists against the table, making a fist-sized dent. The interviewer stares at the dent. Aren coughs and looks away. "Sorry, don't know my own strength."

"I'll have to ask that later, but back to your family situation-" Aren reaches for the recorder, but the interviewer grabs it and holds it against his chest. "You haven't lived with your family for how long?"

Aren looks at the two way mirror in the room. "I'm not letting you out."

"Not let who out?" The interviewer looks at the window, thinking someone is on the other side.

"You're going to kill him!"

"Aren, if you're in danger, tell me. Is Noire Corp full of dangerous people?"

Aren sighs and reaches for his necklace. "Fine, just scare him, don't kill him." Aren unclasps his crescent moon necklace from his neck and it falls to the table. Aren closes his eyes as his body begins to transform. His clothes disappear and black fur envelops his body. Wings sprout out from behind his back and flap. His features turn more canine than feline, losing his round ears and gaining pointed ones. His tail curls and gets more fur. His face stretches out and forms a canine muzzle. Finally, his eyes open, turning fully red as opposed to his blue and red ones.

The interviewer falls from his chair and on to the floor. "So Fury is real!"

The wiger demon climbs over the table crouches down next to the interviewer. "Name's Nera and I'm gonna need that recorder."

"No! You two are newsworthy and something to take down this weird science lab." The interviewer clings to the recorder as if it was his dear life.

Nera sighs and grabs the collar of the fox canid. He lifts him up with ease and grabs the recorder. "If you don't let go, I'm gonna rip your arms off and shove them up your ass." Nera's words are calm, but forceful like he's done this before and has no problem with violence.

The interviewer releases control of the recorder and Nera drops him to the ground. In the palm of his paw, he crushes the recorder with ease. The demon grabs Aren's necklace, his right paw turning back into a hand as he prepares to place it back on his chest.

"One question before you go!" Nera turns to the sniveling interviewer with a pen and paper in hand. "Tell me, what was living in Fury like?"

"Fury? I don't remember."

"You're an amnesiac?"

"Does that surprise you?!" Nera snarls. The interviewer hides behind his notepad. Nera stomps over to him, but glances at the mirror. Nera sighs. "I'm a result of Noire Corp's second experiment on Aren. I have no memory of my former life before coming here. Nera's not even my real name; I took it as a replacement, for now." Nera walks away from the interviewer and puts the necklace back on. His fur disintegrates from Aren's body, giving him back his pale skin and three stripes on each arm. His tail becomes narrower and white fur replaces most of the black and his ears round out.

Aren sighs as he's back in control. "This necklace keeps Nera at bay. We're working together to find out more about him. We know he lived in Fury, the place where we from The In Between that have been judged to be more animalistic get sent to after we die, but that's all we know. The experiment can't be performed again and we have no way of getting to Fury. For now, we're stuck here. I hope that satisfies you." Aren walks out of the room.

The interviewer scrambles to his feet and collects his notes. "Aren Goldie: Former canid now nekomara, the result of being a lab rat at Noire Corp. Is hosting a wolf(?)demon named Nera who comes from the Fury Realm. Has issues with his family that are unknown at this time. Runaway? Goals are to find out about Nera's past, maybe be separated? There are so many questions, but it's time for the next interview." The interviewer stands up and places the chairs back in their original positions. He steps out of the room. "Wulf Draqnis, your turn."