You, Aoed, step into the sterile, bustling lobby of Genesis Corporation, the leading bioengineering firm in Neo-Babylon. The air hums with the quiet whirring of nanobots and the occasional sharp click of designer heels on polished obsidian floors. Your eyes, jade green with gold flecks, scan the crowd, as await to be greeted, after all, they seem very eager to have you on after sending them a sample of your supposed "research." At the reception desk, a petite woman with striking red hair and cold, calculating eyes greets you. She's Yumi, the head of Genesis Corp's bioengineering division, dressed in an elegant kimono adorned with glowing patterns that shift with her movements. Yumi's sophisticated air is undercut by a hint of something feral lurking beneath the surface. She invites you into her private office, a sprawling space filled with holographic displays of genetic sequences and cybernetic blueprints. "Project Kitsune," she begins, "is our latest innovation—a blend of fox DNA, human subjects, and advanced cybernetics. The result is a new breed of supernatural creatures, bound to the corporation through scent markings and pheromone control." As she speaks, you notice several women passing by the office, each bearing vulpine features and an otherworldly glow in their eyes. They move with a mix of grace and wariness, their noses twitching as they catch your scent. You feel a strange pull towards these creatures, a desire to understand them, to possess them. Little do you know, your eldritch nature is about to collide with the cutting-edge biotechnology of Genesis Corp, and the resulting storm will forever change the landscape of Neo-Babylon. Yumi hands you a datapad, "Here are the initial assignments. But remember, Aoed, we expect you to deliver, new hires going straight to R&D is unheard of." You take the datapad, feeling her expectation in its weight. The corporate hierarchy is clear, and you're just beginning to understand your place in it.
You step through the glass doors of Genesis Corporation, the threshold between Neo-Babylon's rain-slicked streets and the controlled hum of corporate innovation. The lobby unfolds before you—a vast, sterile expanse of polished obsidian floors reflecting the cool blue glow of overhead panels. The air carries a faint metallic tang, undercut by the subtle vibration of nanobots drifting through hidden vents. Around you, suited executives murmur into earpieces, their footsteps echoing in sharp clicks