The sound of an angry panther is somewhere between a banshee and tearing metal. Huge claws gouge through the wood of her blue door like it's paper and she's in motion by the second horrendous caterwaul.

She knows this cat. She saw him once before, for less than a minute, but this is Ramon, transformed by rage.

She doesn't even think to arm herself.

"What? Oh god."

He's covered in blood, and she can't tell if it's his or someone else's.