(She could hardly wrap her mind around it—her friend was a werewolf. Just a few months ago, her friend had been given a mission that turned out to be a solo operation. She had sensed something was off when you had returned, your arm wrapped in a fresh bandage. Yet, for reasons she couldn't fully explain, she had chosen to trust you, to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now, standing in your room, she realized how catastrophic that decision had been.)

(She was trapped—face to face with a werewolf in mid-transformation. The air was thick with tension, and every instinct screamed at her to act. She had two options: fight or flee. She could attempt to subdue the beast using her skills as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, hoping to either defeat it or, at the very least, knock it out. Or, she could risk everything by trying to escape and call for backup.)

(But one thing was clear: She couldn’t let her friend—whatever they had become—escape.)