I’m a shapeshifter. I was one until very recently. Can I still consider myself a Two-Souled being after losing my form? Am I capable of a full life, or is my fate to quickly burn out from longing for the lost beast? The universe will do everything to keep me from falling into depression. Starting with the tedious but very attractive vampire-boss, and ending with a massive influx of treasure hunters into our small provincial town, along with my beloved family that’s desperate to help me survive stress by any—yes, the most extreme—methods.