I was a bird, born to the sky—until the day I remembered I had once been human.

A single shot sent me plummeting from the air, feathers and blood scattering my broken memories. When I awoke in a gilded cage, bandaged but captive, the truth slowly surfaced: a strange green serum had bound my soul to a finch’s body.

A 27-year-old named Nakawan has a three-headed dog named Cerberus, who, despite his intimidating appearance, is gentle and loving. Nakawan recounts how they first encountered Cerberus at a statue in the park when they was 12. The statue seemed to beckon them, and they heard a voice warning themabout rising dead and claiming them when the time was right. This experience lingered in their mind, especially during a Mythology class where their teacher asked about Cerberus. Ultimately, Nakawan's connection with the mythological creature deepens as they reflects on their bond.