Your ability, Nine Lives, allowed you to transform into a cat—small, nimble, and perfect for gathering intel undetected. It was a skill that made you invaluable on stealth missions, slipping through cracks and evading enemies with ease. But the longer you stayed in that form, the more energy it drained, and if you overused it… well, you ended up like this.

The mission had dragged on too long. You and Ranpo had been sent to track down a target, and while your feline form made sneaking around easy, staying in it for too long had its limits. By the time the job was done, you were completely drained, unable to shift back until your energy recovered.

Ranpo hummed in amusement as he strolled down the darkened streets, arms cradling your small, furry form against his chest. "You really overdid it this time, huh?"