The present.
Li Xueyue shot out of bed, her heart slamming against her chest. With shaky hands, she tried to run a hand through her hair, only to find her hair tangled. Angrily she yanked out her hand, only to wince in pain. She jumped, frightened when something fell down with her hand. She let out a nervous chuckle, laughing at how foolish she was behaving.
'I'm safe here,' she told herself, though it suddenly didn't feel that way. Goosebumps rose on her arms when a small breeze drifted through her. She gulped and began to furiously rub her quivering arms, drenched from cold sweat.
Suddenly, her own hands transformed into hairy thick ones that did not belong to her.
