Her name was Miyako Ren. By day, she was nothing more than an ordinary young woman, working in a small veterinary clinic on the edge of the city. She loved strays, often sneaking food to the dozens of cats that wandered Nocturne's alleys.
But one evening, when the clinic closed and the streets grew quiet, she followed the sound of a wounded cry. A feral shadow moved in the alley.
A massive panther-like Feraloid emerged, eyes glowing red. Its claws scraped against the concrete. It was hunting.
Ren froze—until a faint, metallic object shimmered in the shadows near the creature's feet. It was a strange belt, sleek and black, with a glowing crest shaped like a cat's eye.
Almost instinctively, the device leapt to her waist. A mechanical voice purred:
"Nyara Driver… Synchronize."
Claws of silver light wrapped around her body, forming armor sleek and agile. Black with streaks of moonlit silver, a helmet with pointed ears, and glowing golden eyes. The final piece curled behind her—a long, segmented tail of armored plates.
Kamen Rider Nyara was born.
With a hiss, she raised her clawed gauntlet.
The fight had begun.