He had seen countless things in his career as an assassin, some of them incredibly bizarre… but this topped them all! Walking along the sidewalk, he was struck by how different everything looked from down below. He’d grown so used to towering over others that seeing the world from this low angle was surreal. His oval pupils took in his surroundings, and he noticed people looking at him with adoring eyes, exclaiming how cute he was. Well, that wasn’t entirely new—people, especially girls, had always admired him, whispering about how cool and handsome he was. He smiled to himself; even as a cat, he was charming!

Thinking back on what had happened, he recalled his target fleeing to an abandoned thermal spring. This target wasn’t as easy as the others; he’d actually had to put in some effort to kill him. Unfortunately, he’d fallen into the spring—and came out as a cat. He sighed, hoping the floaters would recover his belongings, especially his weapon. He needed to figure out how to change back, and fast. But how? In this form, he couldn’t even speak.