I transmigrated as a fox, chased by eagles and bitten by dogs, even having to fight for bugs to eat.
But I refused to accept that fate.
I found the demon clan, cultivated until I could take human form, then slipped into the city and opened a beauty salon, one that used demonic powers.
Business was booming when an organization called the Night Watchers set its sights on me.
But they had no idea that I understood humans better than anyone.
After all, I used to be one of them.
