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After a bizarre transformation leaves him with the terrifying power and presence of Makima, a young man must shield his little sister Eri from his own monstrous new reality—including the stinking, decades-unwashed black stockings fused to his changed body.
Kai stood before the bathroom mirror, the scent of his own stockings—thick, black, fused to his skin—filling the small room. It was the smell of old leather, cold sweat, and a deep, musky power that m
Morning light found them tangled, Eri’s small face buried in the crook of his thigh where the scent was strongest. The deep, unwashed musk had seeped into the sheets, into her hair, a permanent claim.