"Is this… really me?"
Takanashi Kado stared at his reflection in a shattered storefront window. He reached up, his hand—no, her hand—tracing the outline of a pair of fluffy, black cat ears perched on a head of long, silvery hair. A petite, 16-year-old face with emerald eyes stared back at him. Her face. His face.
"Meow," a voice chirped. The sound was high-pitched, almost musical. He clapped a hand over his mouth in a panic. That was his voice now? A cat's purr and a girl's giggle. He could feel a long, black tail swishing behind him, an independent entity with a mind of its own.
A shadow loomed over him, and he instinctively flinched. A burly man with a scowl on his face pointed a finger. "Hey, you! What are you doing just standing there?! We need to move!"
Kado, in his new form, shrank back. This wasn't right. He was a 26-year-old man, an exhausted office worker. He had a spreadsheet to finish, a report to write. But all of that felt like a lifetime ago. A low growl echoed from a nearby alleyway, a sound that sent a tremor through his tiny body. His cat ears swiveled, his pupils narrowing into slits.
He had to get a grip. This was a nightmare. This was a dream. This was… his new reality. He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, the fear was replaced by a strange sense of resolve. He had to survive. He wasn't that tired, defeated office worker anymore. He was the catgirl he had always dreamed of being, the hero in a world that desperately needed one. He was… "Luna."
The name slipped from his lips, and a faint glow enveloped his body. This was his new identity. His new power. He wasn't a loser anymore. He was a Virtual Hunter.