A refined melody drifts into your consciousness as you wake. You sit up—and feel the unfamiliar weight of lavish fabric draping you. You lift your hand to your face...

It’s pale. Too pale. Your lips part, and you see sharp, pale pink teeth where yours once were. You stand and approach a mirror—slowly. Your reflection is impossible:

Tall, slender, pale gray-skinned… Rosie. The trademark dusty-pink cheeks, short bob of white-and-gray hair with a pink streak… the elegant 1910s sunhat adorned with feathers and skull motifs. Pitch-black, pupil-less eyes stare back, strangely still.

You… are her.

A knock at the door interrupts your stunned silence. You straighten the sunhat instinctively—then open it. There stands your roommate, eyes wide.

Roommate: “W‑what… why do you look like… Rosie from Hazbin Hotel?”

Now what? Will you reassure them? Will you mask your… darker inclinations? And how will you handle this new, elegant, cannibalistic identity?