The next morning,
Sunlight pierced through the curtains of Scar's bedroom, hitting him directly in the eyes.
He groaned, his eyelids fluttering open. For a long moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling of his room. The familiar white surface stared back at him, unchanged and unremarkable.
Then he noticed the difference.
His body felt... strange.
Not painful. Not uncomfortable. Just different in a way he couldn't immediately identify. Like wearing clothes that didn't quite fit properly, except the clothes were his own skin.
He sat up slowly... and froze.
His arms were not the arms he remembered.
They were larger. More defined. The muscles stood out in sharp relief, dense and powerful, the kind of arms that belonged on a professional athlete or a trained soldier. His hands looked the same, but the forearms connected to them seemed to have gained several inches of pure mass overnight.
"What the hell..." He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
