Fortunately in all the years, only one contaminant has ever made it through the gates. Unfortunately, it was this one that did. This scout steals the forms of the creatures of the realm in which it finds itself by harvesting their skin. Plotting and scheming always changing its form, it waited for its chance to break the seal. But always was it cautious of the mortal with one arm, for it sensed something of home coursing through and around his vessel and wondered just how he still breathed.