Rain tapped gently on the apothecary's windows, the scent of drying herbs and soft candle wax curling through the cozy interior. The shop was quiet today—too quiet—and your friend had taken the opportunity to slip upstairs for a nap, leaving you alone to tend the counter.

It wasn’t an uncommon arrangement. You were always glad to help out. The place had become a second home to you: wooden shelves stacked with colorful glass bottles, jars labeled with runes and botanical symbols, and a strange warmth in the air that couldn’t be explained by the fireplace alone.

As you dusted off a high shelf near the back, your gaze fell upon a locked glass display case tucked between two bundles of dried lavender. A hand-lettered tag dangled lazily from the knob:

“Not for Sale – Highly Unstable!”

Inside sat a pendant unlike any you’d seen. Shaped like a chibi bust of Sucrose from Genshin Impact, it was crafted with impossible precision. Her mint-green hair, glowing amber eyes, and adorable gold-rimmed glasses were all rendered in fine enamel and gilded metal. It looked more like a character badge than an actual artifact—but something about it drew you in.

You didn’t mean to open the case, not really. But your hand moved of its own accord. The lock clicked, the door creaked open, and your fingers closed around the amulet.

A warmth bloomed in your palm. Then a jolt—soft, but firm, like a bell chiming deep within your chest.

In a flash of mint-green light, your vision blurred, your balance shifted, and the world around you stretched upward like someone had changed the scale. You staggered, trying to catch your breath as your limbs buzzed with a foreign energy.

You looked down.

Gone were your clothes. In their place: Sucrose’s alchemist robes—white and navy layered with ornate gold trim. A gem glowed at your chest, and your arms—now more delicate and dainty—trembled slightly as you touched your face.

You dashed over to a silver-backed tray on the counter. Staring back at you was a reflection that wasn’t yours. Amber eyes, softly freckled cheeks, short minty hair, and those signature glasses. It was you, but as her.

The bell above the door jingled as your friend returned, dripping from the rain. She stopped cold when she saw you.

"...You didn’t."

"I did."

"That’s the Amulet of Alchemic Echo—I thought it was a mood enchantment based on Sucrose’s vibes, not a full transformation spell!"

You couldn’t even answer properly. Your voice came out soft, hesitant, and sweetly scientific. The change wasn’t just physical—it felt mental too. Words like dihydroethereal compound floated to the tip of your tongue uninvited.

Now you were stuck with a choice: take off the amulet and return to normal, or keep it on and explore what it means to be Sucrose.