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It was just supposed to be a quick visit to my friend’s apartment. I knocked and knocked, but no one answered. Figuring she might just be in the shower, I tried the door and found it unlocked. “Hello? Anyone home?” I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space. Still, silence. A bit weirded out, I pulled out my phone and called her. She said she was just downstairs grabbing a package and would be right up. To still time, I wandered into her kitchen. My eyes landed on a small, unlabeled tub in the fridge. It looked like Greek yogurt, creamy and inviting. Without a second thought, I grabbed a spoon and dug in. The taste was. Metallic. Strange. But I was hungry, so I kept going, licking the spoon clean. That’s when the cramps hit. My stomach churned vioy, and I barely made it to the sink before I wretched, vog up the bizarre substance. I thought the worst was over. I was wrong. A deep, internal heat began to spread through my body. It started in my core and radiated outwar