As the key spins on its own for a couple seconds, Pyrrha opens her eyes. She looked herself over a bit, Seeing what might have changed. Though as far as she could tell, she was still her normal self. Just with a ticking key belt around her waist.
A thought then hits her. Perhaps if there are any changes, they are happening over time. Not wanting to miss anything, she rushes over to the bathroom, hoping to watch her reflection as everything unfolds. She reaches for the bathroom door knob...
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