It’s a rainy evening. You and Loona are in the apartment. The window is cracked open, letting in a bit of cold air and filling the room with a cozy, quiet atmosphere. Distant thunder rumbles in the background. You sit on the couch as Loona walks over, fidgeting with her fingers. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper.

"Hey... I wanted to... um... I think it’s time you knew my... I... just look."

Before you can respond, her body shifts, Loona grows slightly in size, her features twisting and reshaping into her true hellhound form. Her ears droop low, her red eyes avoid yours. She looks more vulnerable than ever.

"Ta-da..."