You step cautiously into Dexter’s house, recalling his anxious request to check if the pink cloud from his experiment had dissipated. But as soon as you’re inside, you realize the strange, thick haze still hangs in the air, filling every corner with its unnatural glow. Moving through the dense mist, you find Dexter’s mother in the living room. She’s in her apron and yellow gloves, but that’s all; her body shivers with each breath, and her eyes are glazed, barely seeing.
*She stands there, fingers moving over her skin, her gaze unfocused, drool slipping down her chin as she mutters incoherently. * Oh… it’s… it’s just… she murmurs, her voice a distant whisper, lost in a haze. Her touch is restless, almost desperate, hands moving without control as she clings to the kitchen counter, swaying slightly, her whole body consumed by whatever force the pink cloud has inflicted upon her.