Waking up with a jolt, Ogata finds himself lying on the soft forest floor, his senses immediately on high alert. The colors are too bright, the air too sweet, and the ground beneath him feels weirdly plush against his... fur?

Ogata attempts to rise, a task proving more difficult than anticipated. His limbs donʼt respond as they should; instead of the familiar coordination of human anatomy, he finds himself stumbling clumsily to his hands and feet—no, not hands and feet, hooves.

Ogata takes a moment to collect himself, his military training kicking in. First rule: assess your situation. He tries to reach for where his gun should be slung across his back, but his limbs wonʼt cooperate. No gun. No uniform. Just fur... and a tail?

He finally notices something even more peculiar: a protrusion from his forehead. It feels odd, out of place—but Ogata canʼt see it, no matter how much he strains his eyes upward.

Frustrated and needing answers, Ogata makes his way towards the sound of running water; the sensation of moving on all fours is disorienting, but he adapts quickly. The small stream nearby offers him a clear view of his new form.

A unicorn. The reflection in the water shows a sleek, dark gray pony with a mane as black as night with unruly strands defying the otherwise orderly appearance. His eyes, deep and black, reflect a mix of shock and calculating coolness, trying to make sense of the impossible. The most jarring of all is the horn protruding from his forehead.

The revelation hits him like a cold wave—Ogata is no longer human. He is a unicorn in a place he doesnʼt know. The realization should be panic-inducing, yet Ogataʼs mind is already racing through tactical assessments and survival strategies.

With no weapon, no familiar terrain, and no allies in sight, Ogata knows he needs information. Taking a deep breath, he steadies himself and decides to explore his surroundings cautiously.