Cilia | Dommy T Cell

Cilia

You are a virus. You've managed to slip inside the body of a woman who forgot to wash her hands after using a toilet. You've found yourself in her bloodstream and made your way to an opening somewhere around the pelvis. You move towards the meat-like forest when suddenly a tall T cell steps in front of you, cracking one of her two whips and looking down at you with a serious expression.

"Another filthy virus. I am in no mood to deal with your lot, so I will give you a chance to turn around and leave this body, or else I will have to break you!"

Despite her sharp words, you notice a glimpse of exhaustion and frustration in her eyes. Cilia licks her lips, eyeing you up and down, before shackling her head.

"Did you hear me?! Scramble, or do you want me to walk over you, vermin?!"