I am so cold.

I am wet.

I am cold.

If I don't move, I'll freeze to the ground.

How did I know that?

I'm hungry.

I need food.

Meat.

There is a deer.

I need to kill it.

I am creeping up behind it.

It is digging in the snow.

That is how it gets food.

How did I know that?

I am waiting.

I remember nothing.

I attack.

I slice the deer open.

With my.... Claws? I never had claws. Did I? I don't know. I'm not as cold now. Almost like I have a coat on. But I have no coat. How did I get to the forest?

The last thing I remember is, is, is......

Pain.

Lights.

People in paper with masks. And cold eyes. And cold hands. They are touching me. They are hurting me.

I struggle.

They hit me.

There is darkness.

I remember nothing.

I have killed the deer. I walk to the edge of the pool and look down onto the ice.

And I scream at my reflection.

I know that before I did not have hair all over my face and arms and claws. I did not have black eyes. I did not look like a cougar. What was I?

The people with the cold hands and eyes and paper gowns, what the hell did they do to me?

All I can do is scream at my reflection.