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The cool night air bit at Lapin's skin, but she couldn't feel the chill. Every nerve in her body screamed with a different sensationāheat, pressure, momentumāyet none of it felt hers. Beneath her ribs, a second rhythm pulsed, steady and insistent, a heartbeat that did not match her own. It drummed like a countdown, echoing through her bones.
The Flight of the Rabbit
High above the city streets, Lapin crouched atop a crooked metal streetlamp, its bulb flickering weakly beneath her feet. The steel vibrated under her weight, groaning in protest as if it knew it was never meant to hold something like her. Neon signs smeared into ribbons of color below, and the city stretched endlessly outwardāglass, concrete, and light forming a labyrinth of escape routes.
Her breath shuddered out of her in short, uneven gasps. Each inhale felt too sharp, each exhale stolen before she was ready to give it up. She hugged herself instinctively, fingers digging into the sleeves of her jacket as if that small pressure could anchor her to the girl she used to be.
Below her, boots scraped against asphalt.
"Darn it," the feline-eared girl hissed, her tail flicking sharply as she looked up. Her narrowed eyes gleamed with frustration and fear, calculating distances, angles, probabilities. "The possession's progressing faster than I thought."
Lapin swallowed hard. Her vision blurred, the city doubling and warping as glowing pink light seeped into her pupils. Hot tears spilled over, trailing down her cheeks and catching the lamplight as they fell. She didn't bother wiping them away. She didn't trust her hands not to shake.
Somebodyā¦ pleaseā¦ make it stopā¦
The plea echoed uselessly inside her skull. Her legs trembledānot from weakness, but from restraint. Muscles coiled tight, loaded with more power than she ever asked for, responding to impulses that bypassed thought entirely. Her body wanted to move. It needed distance, height, speed. Stillness felt unbearable, like suffocation.
She wasn't standing on the lamp anymore.
She was perched.
A prey animal sensing the approach of something far worse.
A Race for Humanity
A voice broke through the roar of blood in her ears.
"Lapin! Why are you running away?!"
She flinched.
Across the plaza, a boy stumbled to a stop, chest heaving as he craned his neck upward. Confusion and panic twisted his expression, his hands clenched helplessly at his sides. To him, she must have looked unrealāsilhouetted against the sky, ears too long, posture too tense, eyes glowing with something inhuman.
"You need to join the race to get back to normalā¦!" he shouted, desperation cracking his voice.
The word hit her harder than any blow.
Normal.
Lapin's ears flattened against her head without her permission, reacting faster than her thoughts. Normal meant gravity felt gentle. Normal meant silence inside her chest. Normal meant her legs didn't ache with the constant urge to run, to leap, to flee from something she couldn't see.
She pressed her lips together, a small, broken sound escaping her throat as tears continued to fall.
"Are you crying?" the boy called, his voice softening as realization dawned. "Lapinā¦?"
She wanted to answer him. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't running awayāshe was being chased from the inside. That every second she stayed still felt like losing ground in a battle no one else could see.
But the Rabbit didn't care about explanations.
Behind her, the feline girl shifted her stance, muscles tightening as she prepared to give chase once more. Her gaze flicked across the skyline, noting the staggered heights of rooftops, the narrow gaps between buildings, the cruel advantage the vertical city gave to a creature born to leap.
The lamp beneath Lapin shuddered.
Thenā
THUD.
The metal pole bent as her feet drove down, the force explosive and unforgiving. The night air cracked around her as she launched herself skyward, body blurring into motion. A sharp whoosh split the sky as she arced toward the next skyscraper, hair and ears streaming behind her like torn banners.
She didn't look back.
She couldn't.
Lapin soared above the city, a living streak of instinct and sorrowātrapped in a body built to win a race she never wanted to run, chasing a finish line she prayed would finally let her be human again.
The cool night air was thick with the scent of ozone and something feral, a sharp, metallic tang that made the hairs on Lapin's arms stand on end. The city sprawled beneath her like a living organismāstreets pulsing with neon veins, windows flickering like distant eyes. She didn't just move; she defied gravity itself. Every leap sent her soaring higher, her legs coiling and releasing with uncanny precision. The oversized rabbit ears atop her head streamed behind her, flaring in the wind like banners of war. Each hop, each spring, was perfect and terrifying, a symphony of instincts she didn't entirely recognize as her own.
"Were you too busy crying to hear?" a voice called from below, sharp, teasing, edged with a predatory glee. "Those massive ears and jumping power? That's the rabbit's abilities."
Lapin's gaze flicked downward. Asphalt and streetlamps blurred beneath her, a distorted mosaic of motion. Her landings were rhythmicāthud, spring, thrust, flyāeach one calculated by reflexes rather than thought. To any outsider, it might look like grace or skill. To anyone who understood, it was raw survival: the desperate, unyielding flight of a herbivore programmed to outrun danger with perfect efficiency.
The Predator's Perspective
From the shadowed alleyway, Nina crouched low, her chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. Every muscle in her body screamed readiness. Her eyes, narrow and glowing amber, cut through the darkness with an unholy brilliance. She could feel itāthe possession, the feline spirit clawing and prowling inside her, gnawing at every corner of her mind.
Tskā¦ look at her bounding along so perfectly, Nina thought, teeth grinding. That's a herbivore for you. At this rate, she'll reach complete possession before I can even touch her.
Her tail flicked in irritation, a sharp whip of frustration and hunger. Each bound Lapin took ignited something ancient in Nina, a deep, resonant urge: the thrill of the chase, the necessity to strike, to assert dominance. She flexed her claws against the concrete, feeling the latent power in her limbs. If Lapin was the prey that could not be caught, Nina was the hunter who could not stop herself from the hunt.
The Breaking Point
Somewhere in the chaos, Ian felt the world shatter into a dizzying blur. He watched Lapin's impossible leaps, the fierce arcs of muscle and instinct, and Nina's taut, predatory stillness. The realization hit him like a blow to the chest.
A herbivoreā¦? His voice was caught in his throat. If Lapin has instincts like Nina'sā¦ thenā
His eyes widened behind his glasses as the truth pressed down on him. Lapin's gaze was no longer human. The warmth, the softness, the familiar glimmer of friendshipāgone, replaced with a glassy, frantic focus of survival. And Ninaā¦ she wasn't just angry or frustrated. Her hand clenched into a claw, knuckles white and trembling, the predator within ready to strike. These weren't just people anymoreāthey were becoming the very things they feared.
"NINA!" Ian screamed, heart hammering so violently he felt it might burst. He surged forward, ignoring the danger, ignoring every instinct telling him to hide. "Lapin! Nina! HEAR ME OUT FOR A SECOND!"
He thrust his hand toward his chest, forcing himself into Nina's line of sight. His voice, human and unarmed, became a bridge between the two monsters-in-makingāa plea against instinct, a single point of vulnerability in the tension of the hunt.
For a heartbeat, the night held its breath. The streets below hummed with static electricity, the distant buzz of neon mingling with the wild, rhythmic pounding of two altered hearts. Between the rabbit's flight and the cat's hunt, a fragile thread of human reason stretched across the void, trembling but unbroken.
The cool night air was thick with the scent of ozone and desperation, a biting, electric tang that made every nerve in Jin-woo's body tingle. His lungs burned, each ragged inhale a metallic rasp that echoed sharply against the sterile concrete walls of the stairwell. Every footfall was a fight, every step a war against exhaustion, gravity, and the impossible speed of the prey ahead.
"Nina, a predator like you..." he wheezed, voice cracking with effort, vision blurred behind cracked lenses, "...can't capture fleeing prey in such a wide-open space."
Behind him, the shadow of Nina loomed large, not merely a girl but a force of nature, the lines of her body taut with lethal precision. Her eyes shimmered with a cold, predatory light that refused to soften even for a heartbeat. And yet, in that glare of hunger, a quiet fracture ran through herāa silent, tragic awareness that she didn't want this. But the instinct, the hunger embedded deep in her being, surged forward like an unstoppable tide.
Jin-woo stumbled, a sudden CRASH resonating through the stairwell as his shoulder collided with the railing. His glasses skittered across the landing, spinning the world into an abstract smear of blue and grey.
The Plan
His mind flickered back, unbidden, to the quiet park just hours before. He had looked at the girl beside him, cat-like ears twitching in the soft moonlight.
"That's exactly why we need to do a drive hunt," he had told her, voice steady despite the insanity of the thought.
"A drive hunt?" she had asked, head tilting in confusion, suspicion shadowing her delicate features.
The concept had been simple on paper, elegant in theory, but lethal in practice: you don't outrun a predator in open space. You funnel them. You guide them to a place where their incredible speed becomes a liability, a trap waiting patiently for the unwary.
The Ascent
Back in the present, Jin-woo's shaking fingers brushed the cold metal of his fallen glasses. Clench. He forced them back onto his face, fogged lenses and all. He didn't have the luxury of blindness.
TAP. His foot struck the first step of the final flight. LIMPā¦ LIMPā¦ Each movement was agony, a battle against gravity, exhaustion, and panic. His muscles screamed for rest, for surrender, for the sweet relief of the floor beneath him. But Lapinā¦ Lapin's image anchored him.
We make Lapin jump up to the rooftop, he whispered, a mantra against fear, a tether to reality. Just hold on a bit longerā¦
Every step carried him closer to the edge of the controlled chaos, the summit of this concrete mountain where the open sky and the wide rooftop waited. He wasn't running merely for his own survival. He was orchestrating the hunt, driving it toward its inevitable collision.
The door groaned on rusted hinges, a sharp CREAK that split the midnight stillness. Nina stumbled onto the rooftop, sweat slicking her brow, breath shallow and ragged, glasses fogged, uniform clinging damply to her body. Her heart thumped violently, each beat a trapped bird inside her chest. She leaned against the cold metal of the doorframe, every sense heightened, every nerve taut.
Time was a scarce commodity.
She lifted her gaze. The moon hung full and indifferent, a pale eye in the vast indigo sky. The city stretched out in all directionsāa jagged forest of concrete and light. Somewhere in that expanse, descending through clouds and neon glow, was Lapin, impossible and untouchable.
Then, I get to the rooftop's landing spot ahead of timeā¦ Nina calculated, mind spinning, legs coiled for action. To catch Lapinā¦
She pushed off the wall, sneakers skimming the gravel with a desperate urgency. Across the expanse of the roof she sprinted, weaving past industrial AC units and skeletal shadows of satellite dishes. Each stride was measured, a precise prelude to the impact she intended. She was not running; she was orchestrating a collision.
High above, a silhouette cut across the moonāa streak of silver, ears streaming behind like twin banners of silk, the figure of Lapin falling as if gravity were an afterthought.
Nina reached the perimeter fence and braced herself, knees bent, eyes wide behind fogged lenses. The moment of convergence neared.
MID-DROP!
Nina lunged forward. Shoes SKID across the concrete, grit scattering with the force. Her entire weight launched into the air, arms extended, desperate, determined. Fingers tore into the fabric of Lapin's uniform as the falling figure collided with her. Momentum threatened to drag them both over the edge, but Nina held fast, every muscle screaming against failure.
A blinding FLASH eruptedāa violet searing glow that illuminated the rooftop, the AC units, the skeletal antennas, and the moon itself. The world vanished for a heartbeat into radiance.
As the light dimmed, they collapsed in a tangled heap onto the gravelly roof. Nina lay there, gasping for breath, vision spinning. Sweat beaded along her temples, glasses slipping precariously. And then, in the wide, startled eyes of the girl she held, she saw it: the impossible had been achieved.
A manic, triumphant grin split her face.
You did it, Nina, she whispered to herself, voice trembling with exhaustion and raw, unfiltered victory. You caught the uncatchable.
The Weight of a Promise
The world dissolved into a maelstrom of sound and light. Screeching metal reverberated against the concrete, a high-pitched wail that pierced the ears, while blinding, ethereal light fractured across every surface. Mina's eyes, once warm and familiar, had become twin voids of radiant terror, reflecting a power that refused containment. The air itself seemed to shiver under her presence, sending a psychic shockwave that made anyone near the epicenter flinch instinctively.
"No... Nooo!!!"
The scream tore through the night, raw and desperate, carrying every ounce of fear and frustration she could no longer hold back.
Amidst the chaos, Ken did not falter. Shadows on the perimeter shouted ordersācommands to subdue her, to restrain the impossibleābut Ken heard only the girl he had known since childhood. The girl who had once offered him her trust now seemed swallowed by a force that threatened to consume her entirely.
"I PROMISE... I'LL PROTECT YOU!!!"
The words tore from him, a vow cast into the gale. With a surge of resolve, he lunged forward, arms wrapping around her in a fierce, trembling embrace.
The Anchor in the Storm
The impact was jarring. A sharp URK! escaped him as her mana pressed against him with terrifying intensity, a weight that bruised his ribs and made every fiber of his being quiver. Her body was rigid, vibrating with power that seemed almost alive, threatening to rip them both apart.
"She's lost all sense of reason!" a voice barked from the darkness. "Whatever you do, don't let her go!"
Ken didn't need instructions. Teeth gritted, sweat and tears blending on his face, he felt the heat radiating from her skināa heat that could incinerate everything if his grip faltered for even a second.
Shut.
His mind forced the world into silence, closing his eyes against the terrifying glow. This time, I won't run awayā¦
A Memory of Light
In the eye of the storm, another light flickeredāsoft, golden, and warm. Not the blinding white of the present, but the tender glow of a memory: a sunset long ago, a simpler time.
He remembered her small hands in his, trembling yet trusting. The quiet afternoons when the world had felt small, and they had been just two children against everything unknown.
All those timesā¦ you were thereā¦ reaching out, offering a hand.
The recollection filled him with strength. His fingers dug into the fabric of her uniform, a firm GRAB anchoring her to the earth. Her heartbeatāwild, erratic, like a trapped birdāslowly began to sync with his own.
"I won't let go," he whispered, voice barely audible over the fading roar of energy. "I'm here."
Slowly, the blinding light began to fade. The SQUEEZE of his arms was the tether holding her soul to the present, the only thing between her and the abyss. The power of a shared past had become stronger than the volatile magic of now. In that instant, Ken made his choice: he would be her shield, her anchor, and her home.
The Promise of the Burrow
Memory is a fickle thing, buried under adulthood and survival's scars. For Lapin, the world had once been small, warm, and terrifying. She remembered the dim light of their hiding spot, the dust-heavy air, and the hot streak of tears on her cheeks. She had felt so fragile thenāa trembling creature in the dark.
"Don't cry, Lapin," a soft voice had whispered. It was him. Not a hero then, just a steady presence. He had leaned in, anchoring her to the moment, shielding her from the shadows beyond. "I'll protect you."
The word protection had weighed heavy then, a sacred vow forged in quiet intimacy. A secret shared before the world grew loud, before the race began.
The Awakening
Years later, on a rooftop bathed in neon violet, that promise fractured its shell. The city sprawled endlessly beneath them, glowing windows and dark alleys stretching like a labyrinth. Ken, now a man hardened by battles yet still carrying the weight of hope in his chest, felt the familiar press of Lapin against him. But she was not the trembling girl from the burrow.
A guttural roar of raw power erupted.
"THE RABBITā¦" an announcer boomed over distant intercoms, voice echoing off skyscrapers, "ā¦ENTERS THE RACE!"
The transformation ignited with blinding intensity. White-hot light surged from Lapin's form in a POOF of displaced magic, sending ripples through the rooftop atmosphere. Every CRACK and FLASH reverberated as if the world itself acknowledged the event. In Ken's arms, the girl he had vowed to protect was becoming something primal, legendary, unstoppable.
The Weight of the Vow
The light receded. Silence fell across the rooftop, a fragile pause after the chaos. Lapin stood, her silhouette framed against the sprawling skyline. Her eyes glowed with predatory, ethereal intensity, a presence that demanded attention.
Behind them, a rival scurried into view, realization widening their eyes as the stakes of the game shifted in an instant.
Ken watched Lapin. Breath hitched. He had spent his life thinking he was the shield, but as she stepped forward, he understood the deeper truth: he had protected the girl so that the Rabbit could one day save the world. The race hadn't just begunāit had already been won the moment he had whispered, Don't cry, Lapin.
The Gathering of the Spirits
The city air was thick with more than just the usual urban smog; a faint, supernatural static hummed against the neon skyline, vibrating through metal and glass alike. Standing on the edge of a rooftop, the cat-eared figure surveyed the streets below with the calculating patience of a predator. Her eyes glinted with anticipation, a predatory light reflecting the chaos to come. The night no longer existed as a measured span of hoursāit was a countdown, each second dragging with the weight of inevitability.
"I've been waiting for this moment foreverā¦" she whispered, a sharp, jagged smirk curling her lips.
Beside her, a boy with ruffled hair and thick-rimmed glasses clutched a fair-haired girl tightly. His face was a mask of fear and disbelief, sweat trickling along his temples, hands shaking under the pressure. To him, the sky was fracturing. One moment ordinary, and the next, reality seemed to ripple and bend, as if the city itself were breathing in the presence of forces far older than humanity.
The Awakening
A strange, ethereal light began to pulse from the girl in his arms. Not the soft warmth of life, but a manifestation of something ancient, raw, and incomprehensible. From the crown of her head, a viscous golden essence began to rise, floating upward with a gentle, deliberate grace that defied gravity. It shimmered, dividing into teardrops of light before coalescing into a singular, glowing formāa spirit of the Rabbit. Its long ears streamed behind it like ribbons of silk, flaring against the indigo backdrop of the city.
The boy's lips parted, voice trembling with awe and fear. "This must beā¦"
"Looks like the others arrived as well," the cat-eared girl said casually, her tone almost bored, as if she were commenting on a mundane dinner rather than the sudden manifestation of supernatural power.
The Twelve Descend
The boy's head snapped toward her, eyes wide with confusion. "What do you mean...? Who arrivedā"
He didn't get the chance for an answer.
The atmosphere shattered. Brilliant streaks of light tore through the cityscape, horizontal arcs of energy like falling stars or electric ribbons, slicing between the skyscrapers. They didn't crash; they arrived. Massive pillars of radiance erupted between steel and glass, illuminating the city in shades of violent pink and electric violet. The pressure of their presence was tangible, sending a shockwave through the air that rattled the metal fencing on the rooftop.
The boy's gaze returned to the silhouette of the woman standing before the chaos, back rigid and commanding as she surveyed the transformation of the world around them.
"Who do you think?" she asked, voice cutting cleanly through the roar of energy. She tilted her head, just enough for him to catch the glint of triumph in her gaze.
"The Twelve Zodiac Spirits," he whispered, awe-struck, voice barely audible over the crashing aura of power.
Below them, the city was no longer alive with human activity. It had become an arena. Shadows cast by the two figures stretched unnaturally long, contorting in the blinding radiance. The cycle had begun again, the night only just unfurling its true nature.
A Disturbance in the Cramped Apartment
Meanwhile, the cool night air that usually brought Lapin a sense of calm now carried a disorienting haze into her cramped apartment. She stirred awake, eyelids heavy and reluctant. Outside the window, rooftops stood stark against an indigo sky, dotted with faint, glittering particles that shimmered like dustābut carried a weight she couldn't place.
"Mmā¦" she groaned, the transition from sleep to awareness feeling like wading through molasses.
"Lapin, are you okay? Are you feelingā"
Her eyes snapped open. Floating near her desk, bathed in a gentle radiance, was Cosmoāher friend, her neighbor, and someone she was decidedly not supposed to be sharing a bedroom with at midnight.
"EEK!!! COSMO, WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"
Panic surged. In a blur of white linen and blonde hair, Lapin lunged, palms connecting squarely with Cosmo's face. The shove sent him stumbling backward, glasses askew, hair tousled, expression frozen in confusion.
"Umā¦ because I live hereā¦?" he stammered, struggling to process the sudden assault.
Lapin's attention shifted. A golden, shimmering light caught the corner of her eye. At the center of the room, framed by the window, floated a small ethereal creatureāa rabbit-like spirit draped in soft, wing-like ears, pulsing with gentle radiance. Tiny clouds of glittering particles swirled around it, suspended as if in slow motion.
"Wow," a new, sharp voice cut across the room. "You survived a near-death experience, and here you are acting all chill."
Lapin froze. Slowly, she turned her gaze toward the doorway. Leaning casually against the frame was a girl she didn't recognizeāyet whose presence felt strangely intimate. Short, dark hair framed her face; cat-like ears twitched atop her head; amber eyes glowed with a predatory intelligence.
Worse, she was wearing Lapin's favorite crop top.
"Y-YOU'RE THAT NAKED GIRL!" Lapin shrieked, finger trembling as she pointed. "HEY! THOSE ARE MY CLOTHES!"
The cat-eared girl didn't flinch, eyes flicking from the borrowed outfit back to Lapin with utter, disinterested boredom.
"Hahaā¦ this has to be a dreamā¦" Lapin whispered to herself, mind fracturing under the absurdity: a floating rabbit, a friend in her room at midnight, and a cat-girl in her laundryāit was the only logical explanation.
The stranger stepped fully into the room, the golden sparkles seemingly drawn to her presence.
"This isn't a dream. You know that better than anyone, don't you?"
Lapin's gaze flickered from the glowing spirit to the cat-girl, and finally to Cosmo. The weight of reality settled. Magic, danger, and the fact that her life was no longer solely her own pressed down with terrifying clarity.
So this really isn't a dreamā¦?
The small, cluttered apartment, usually a haven of mundane chaos, felt suddenly claustrophobic. The air was thickānot with dust or humidity, but with tension that seemed to press against the walls, bending reality itself. Han-wool stood frozen near the center, hands clutching at his chest, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as his voice cracked under a mix of fear and disbelief.
"Yeah, give us a proper explanation already!" he shouted, words bouncing off the walls. "What exactly is this Zodiac Race thing?!"
On the bed, Sora sat paralyzed. Her blonde hair caught the dim lamplight, glinting gold, but her eyes were locked on the impossible. Pressing gently against her shoulder was a weight that felt both physical and ethereal, a tether she couldn't explain. Beside her, hovering effortlessly in midair, floated a creature that should not existāa long-eared, luminous rabbit whose soft, ethereal glow defied gravity, drifting like a leaf in slow motion.
Butā¦ this sensation is realā¦ Sora thought, heart hammering against her ribs. Every subtle movement of the rabbit pulled at her soul, a phantom tug of destiny she could neither sever nor deny.
Across the room, the feline figureāan unfamiliar girl with sharp, cat-like ears and eyes that gleamed with ancient intelligenceāleaned back against a cluttered dresser, arms crossed, calm and resolute. She had delivered the revelation like a verdict, her tone cool and inflexible.
"You're officially a participant in the Zodiac Race now," she had said, as though sentencing them to a fate they could never comprehend.
A sudden pop echoed through the room. A second spiritāanother rabbit-like entityāmaterialized in a burst of starlight, startling the cat-girl so much that she flinched, a rare break in her composed demeanor.
"Allow me to give you the short version!" the new spirit chimed, voice bright with celestial authority. "An honest, unbiased explanation! This cunning feline probably spun the story to her advantage."
The cat-girl's fangs flashed in a silent hiss, but the spirit ignored her, its form expanding to fill the room with a radiance that bent shadows and shifted the air itself. The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the weight of ages and the gravity of fate.
"The Zodiac Race," the spirit intoned, voice solemn and measured, "is a sacred race to determine the ranking of the twelve animals who protect the heavens! And the one selected as Referee, who bears the Jade Jewelā¦"
Its gaze swept the mortals in the room, unblinking and unwavering. The words carried the full weight of authority and inevitability. The game had begun, and whether they were ready or not, the cosmic hierarchy now rested on their trembling shoulders.
The Divine Mandate: The Great Zodiac Race
Long before the modern world, the heavens and earth had been intertwined, a single swirling tapestry of magic and life. The Twelve Zodiac Spirits had walked among mortals, their divinity tangible as the soil beneath one's feet. But as eras passed, the cold, mechanical cynicism of the modern world drove a wedge between the realms, leaving the gods behind a veil they could no longer pierce freely.
The Problem of Divinity
Now, the time for the "Great Race" had returnedābut the rules had changed. The divine could not walk the earth in their true forms; instead, they required human proxies: Divine Vessels. These were no mere puppets, but bridges between mortal and celestial. Their tasks were clear:
Locate all twelve spirits descending from the heavens.
Persuade the vessels to enter the race within a strict window of 100 days.
Ensure the race proceeds, lest the balance of the realms collapse entirely.
The Awakening of the Rabbit
In the ordinary confines of a quiet room, this cosmic upheaval manifested chaotically. The protagonistāa young man with glasses, perpetually bewilderedāwatched in horror as Lapin began to glow with an intense, blinding light. The air around her shimmered with electric divinity, charged with the presence of something both ancient and wild.
"LIKE THIS!" a voice seemed to command from the void.
With a sharp EEK!, Lapin's body was overtaken by the Rabbit spirit. A POOF of celestial energy marked the violent transformation: a pair of massive, velvety ears sprouted atop her head, and a fluffy white tail tore through her skirt in a burst of chaotic magic.
The Cost of Synchronization
The toll of hosting a celestial being was immediate and undeniable. Lapin collapsed, flushed with feverish heat, breath ragged and uneven. She clutched her sensitive new ears, letting out a muffled SQUEEZE, trying to orient herself in a world suddenly amplified and alive.
The protagonist could do nothing but stare, his mind teetering on the edge of disbelief and awe. He was no longer just a student, no longer merely a friendāhe had become the witness to a divine descent, perhaps the only person capable of guiding this Rabbit to the finish line before the 100 days ran out.
The Weight of Two Souls
The mirror didn't lie, but it felt like a betrayal.
Elara stared at her reflection, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. The small, white tee she wore, adorned with a cartoon chick, clung tightly to her frame. Every inhale stretched the seams, leaving her midriff exposed to the chill of the terminal air.
"Waitā¦" she whispered, voice trembling. "Isā¦ is that me?"
She tugged at the hem of her shorts, denim biting into her hips. The changes weren't just mentalāthey were visceral, tangible, public.
Behind her, the hushed murmurs of travelers pricked at her nerves. A small boy pointed with sticky fingers. "Mommy, that lady's wearing baby clothesā¦"
"Shh! Don't stare!" the mother hissed, yanking the child away as if Elara's condition were contagious.
Elara flinched. The "Gulp" of a stranger's fear rose in her throatābut it wasn't entirely hers. Or was it? The boundary between her mind and the other presence inside her blurred with every pulse of her heartbeat.
The Descent of Sanity
Across the city, the sky gleamed a brilliant, almost mocking blue. But for those who understood, the light was a warning.
From the shadows, whispers of "the others" crept along skyscraper walls. There was an immutable law in this supernatural intrusion: vessels could fracture under the strain of a second consciousness.
High above, a figure hoveredāa human caught between worlds. Two spirits shared a single vessel, and friction between their souls generated a heat that melted the mind. For Elara, that friction manifested as regression: clothes that felt absurdly small, movements that seemed childish, and a gnawing sense that her very identity was being rewritten.
The Breaking Point
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she glimpsed the plane waiting on the tarmac. She was meant to flee, yet how could she escape when the passenger she hid was lodged inside her ribcage?
The "Pull" strengthened. The "Gulp" became a relentless rhythm.
Get out, she demanded, voice echoing through the hollow chambers of her mind. GET OUT!
The other presence didn't leave. It pressed deeper, a cold weight against her heart. She was a vessel, and the vessel was cracking. Her grip on the suitcase tightened as realization struck: the bizarre changes were only the beginning. The descent had started. Sanity was no longer a luxury she could afford.
The Awakening of the White Tiger
A heavy, unnatural silence hung over the rooftop, broken only by the faint hum of the city below. Han-byeol's world tilted on its axis as she stared at her hands, wrapped in thick martial bandages, trembling with unfamiliar energy.
"Isā¦ is that meā¦?" she whispered, voice swallowed by the wind.
The edge of the building beckoned. Behind her lay the crumpled forms of those who had tried to stop her, defeated by a force she didn't fully understand. And yet it wasn't the victory that frightened herāit was the change within.
A sleek, striped tail flicked behind her. Her tufted ears twitched at every stray sound, instinctively alert.
A New Identity
Caught in a moment of agonizing self-reflection, Han-byeol's gaze fell upon the reflection in a glass pane. Her hair shimmered snowy white, braided heavily, weighing down with impossible gravity. Dark, feline markings slashed across her cheeks, warpaint for a body she didn't recognize. Her eyes glowed a piercing, ethereal teal, burning with primal intensity.
She clenched her fists, feeling kinetic energy hum beneath her skin. She wasn't just a girl anymoreāshe was ancestral, primal, and something far older than herself.
The Eleven Others
The magnitude of her transformation struck like a physical blow, yet the voice in her mind reminded her of an even graver truth.
"You're saying there'll be eleven others?!" she cried into the empty air.
The implication was staggering. If she had awakened as the White Tiger, then the cycle was nearly complete. Twelve signs, twelve guardians. Somewhere beyond the city, eleven more were awakeningāsome allies, some predators.
Han-byeol looked out over the sprawling skyline, heart hammering. Her quiet, ordinary life was gone, replaced by a destiny written in the stars, stained with the inevitability of conflict.
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