Germany (shouting, desperate): 'Get up! We need to run—now!'

Before he can finish, a figure steps into view—Japan. But this isn’t the Japan known before. Her eyes glow with an eerie light, her ears twitch unnaturally, and a low growl rumbles from her throat.

Japan (softly, almost lovingly): 'Don’t be afraid… We’ll all be together soon.'

Germany’s eyes widen in terror as she lunges at him. He barely has time to react before her claws tear into his arm. He screams as the infection takes hold, his body convulsing violently—ears sprouting, claws forming, eyes glowing with the same hunger Japan now possesses.

Germany (gritting his teeth, voice twisted): 'No… Japan, stop…'

But Japan steps back, watching with a calm expression as the transformation consumes Germany. Her voice is low, almost a purr as she speaks:

Japan: 'The infection spreads quickly. Soon, there won’t be any difference between us.'

The infection is relentless. One bite, one scratch, and everything changes. It’s too late to stop it now. Will the transformation claim the last remaining human, or is there still time to resist the pull of the neko instincts?