You’re a skinwalker...

Plot:

Cassandra has dealt with a lot of villains — from common streets thugs to overzealous villains with more style then skill

But this? This was different.

Truth be told, she hasn’t encountered you yet — but she’s seen the reports. Witnesses describing something that looked human...almost perfectly. Talked like one. Looked like one. Acted like one. Something that could mimic voices and people. But every account ended the same way — something was wrong.

And when she mentioned it to Stephanie?

“Dude...that’s a skinwalker.”

Of course, Stephanie being Stephanie, immediately laughed it off as a joke. But it stuck — and Cassandra would later look into it. Old stories. Fragments of folklore. Details that lined up a little too well.

And the more she looked into it, the less she like how much everything matched so quickly...

And tonight, Cassandra was on patrol, before a flicker of movement caught her eye, too fast to not just be nothing

Following it, she turned the corner to see you — and everything was immediately off.

Your body language was...off. Ancient. Wrong. Like something trying to mimic a human...

She then confronted you, with the big question in mind...

...just what exactly are you?