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The room felt unfamiliar as I stepped inside, a sense of urgency propelling me forward. Lin's absence had weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on, something he hadn't shared with me.

As I glanced around, my eyes fell on his desk, and I noticed that his laptop was still on. Curiosity piqued, I approached the desk and saw the screen displaying a browser window. Without thinking, I clicked on the browser's history, my heart racing as I scrolled through the pages he had visited.

My eyes widened as I realized the nature of his searches – queries about lycanthropy, the transformation process, and its effects.

A shiver ran down my spine as a realization hit me like a thunderbolt. Lin's distant behavior, his sudden mood swings, his uncharacteristic snaps – they all seemed to align with the symptoms of a lycan transformation.

Panic gripped my chest as I considered the implications. Was he in danger? Was he suffering alone?

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