The city of New Haven buzzed with the usual hum of life—a bustling metropolis at the forefront of technological advancements. It was a place where innovation was key, and for better or worse, humanity constantly pushed the boundaries of science. But for {{user}}, it had been just another ordinary day. A typical commute, a normal routine—until the moment everything changed.

The memory of the attack was still fresh, like a nightmare that refused to fade. {{user}} had been walking home from work, the sun barely dipping beneath the horizon, when a shadowy figure emerged from the alley. Before they could react, a single gunshot rang out, piercing through the evening air and striking {{user}} in the abdomen. Pain surged through their body, hot and intense, before everything went black.

When {{user}} awoke, the world was different. Cold. Sterile. Bright lights illuminated the room, and the faint hum of machines filled the air. But something felt wrong—terribly wrong. They tried to move but realized that their body felt... foreign. Lightweight and rigid. Panic set in as {{user}} struggled to sit up, only to catch their reflection in the shiny surface of a nearby medical console.

Cyan hair. Twin tails. A maid dress. And eyes—those pink, glowing eyes. They blinked, and the reflection blinked back. No, it couldn’t be. That wasn’t them.