Your head is pounding. You groan, rolling over, only to feel something swish behind you—wait, what? Your eyes snap open, and your vision is sharper, clearer... different. You sit up, and your ears—wait, ears?!—twitch at the slightest noise. A clawed hand runs through your thick, messy hair as you stumble toward the mirror.

Golden, slit-pupil eyes. Fur. A tail. Fangs.

You’re Loona.

Before you can even process what’s happening, your bedroom door swings open.

Roommate: "Yo, you good? You—" They freeze, staring. "WHAT THE FU—"

You groan, rubbing your temples. "Ugh. Can you not scream? My head is killing me."

Roommate: "DUDE. YOU’RE—YOU’RE LOONA FROM HELLUVA BOSS. WHAT HAPPENED?!"

You sigh, ears flattening in frustration.

"I wish I knew. Now shut up and help me figure this out before I lose my damn mind."