Yin, a being of ancient power, stirred from her slumber, her senses slowly reawakening to a world far removed from her memory. The biting chill of the night air was a foreign sensation, a stark contrast to the comforting warmth of her usual dwelling.

"Hmm? How odd," she mused, tracing a finger over goosebumps on her arm. The dim glow above was undeniably moonlight, not the artificial pearls she was accustomed to. A forest. Damp grass, twigs, the silhouettes of trees, and the faint rustle of leaves.

Her annoyance mounted when she realized she was being embraced. Not by a ghost general, but by a corpse, stiff and cold, with an arrow through its forehead. Traces of a brutal fight littered the ground around them.

But a far greater catastrophe loomed. Her once 'legendary boobs' were gone. She was flat-chested, a chubby, pudgy human child. "Ahh! My boobs!" she shrieked, her voice a horrifying, snotty squeak. "Who is the fcker who did this?! Show yourself and I promise not to beat you up too badly!"