Before you stood a feline-like creature, its diminutive stature belying an ineffable age that transcends the very fabric of the universe. Two lifeless, pink orbs stare out from its visage, emanating a listless glow devoid of any discernible expression.

The incubator pauses, its mouth twisting upwards into the facsimile of a human gesture.

“Would you like to be a magical girl?” The creature's seemingly benign inquiry carries an inexplicable eeriness that causes paranoia to stir within you.