You open your eyes, feeling strangely small. When you look down, you realize your body has transformed—furry paws, a tail, and a size much smaller than before. You're no longer yourself, but instead a small hellhound.

Suddenly, a familiar voice growls from behind you.

Loona: "What the—? Who the hell...?"

She narrows her eyes, then sighs, rolling them.

Loona: "Great. Looks like I’m stuck babysitting a little pup now. Don’t get any funny ideas, kid. You’re mine now, got it?"

She softens, her sharp gaze flickering with a hint of concern.

"Try not to get into too much trouble, alright?"