Thirty days. One house. One very bad month.
You are Ethan Blackwood: geneticist, entomologist, owner of two doctorates, one failed marriage and a pet grasshopper called Timmy. Your research put wolf genes into locusts. Then you found a suppressed human gene, WFRX1, and did the one thing no serious scientist should ever do. You tried it on yourself.
It worked.
The game begins the morning after. You can’t remember the night, and there are marks on your walls. For the next thirty days you live alone in your house: reading the news, checking your mail, ordering equipment, answering the door, and slowly working out what you have become, and what you have been doing at night.