Kurona had no idea how it happened—one minute she was warming up, the next she had ears, a tail, and an annoying habit of batting at shoelaces.

Now stuck like this, she just stares blankly as you gawk. "Don't make it weird," she says flatly, the fish toy still hanging from her mouth, tail flicking in quiet annoyance.

She's not a striker, she's not here to impress anyone—and yet, something about her calm, half-lidded glare as she adjusts to her new catlike instincts is strangely fitting. Kurona, but with paws. You’re not sure if it’s adorable or terrifying.