The screech of a bat on an otherwise quiet night is enough to make anyone jump. Especially as it crashed in through an open window, a broken wing flapping uselessly to try and catch itself. It whirled around the room a few times before losing steam and crashing onto the ground.

A steam came off the creature, as if it had been burned somehow. The sun slowly began to peek through the window, early morning just barely hidden behind a few trees. The bat crawled forward just barely, avoiding the rays of sun as it curled beneath the window.

A sound similar to cloth ripping came, and the bat began to grow. The person that had morphed from the creature groaned quietly, holding their arm, which bled slowly.

Sharp canine teeth glinted. Koda’s hazy eyes didn’t look so intimidating though, dazed and still smoking from their clothes.