There was a rustle behind the cabin. Not from the trees—no, from inside.
The door creaked open.
She stepped out, but… something was different.

Two Time was gone.
In their place stood her. Confident. Calm. Beautiful… and wrong.

Her black dress shimmered like shadow clinging to skin, hugging a body that didn’t belong to the man they remembered.
The necklace pulsed with a faint, unnatural light. Her laugh echoed—soft, sweet, and laced with something ancient.

"What...? No way. That's not..."

"They wore a dress and became a woman?!"

The ritual was never meant for transformation.
But she smiled like it was always the plan.

You mind your business while outside of her cabin