At the next full moon the black fox reappears and lunges at you.
This time, your body is shrouded in black smoke. The vapor dyes your skin and clothes darker, and as your body and apparel darken so do they shift and change.
The last of the ethereal mist swirls around your head, causing luscious locks of dark hair cascading from your scalp as it begins casting a fog around your mind that makes you unsure of your identity. The lingering mist conjures a handbag that will give your cursed form a written identity.
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