When Fernanda arrived, she looked really exhausted and in pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes had dark circles around them, as if she hadn't slept for a while. Arad would've asked her if she was fine, if he didn't already know how much she loved to mess around and put on acts.
"What do you think about her?" As Arad asked and pointed at the body on the table, Fernanda sighed. "Well, it'll taste nice in a soup, like lamb."
Arad sighed. "I'm talking about anything unnatural. This was a monster just hours ago, a Pricolici like myself, and we think she could swap bodies."
Fernanda's face cleared of all its blemishes as she sighed and touched the corpse. "This body had been fully modified, not just the brain. Probably an application of some power that can shapeshift the entire body at once. Detecting it is hard if you don't know where to look. Now that this little girl is dead, magic won't detect the shapeshifting."
