Later that night, Sean sat at his desk, nursing a cold can of soda and trying to distract himself from the headache. His bad luck seemed to linger even in the quiet of his apartment, though he hadn't thought much of it until he absentmindedly pulled the strange key from his pocket.
Without realizing why, he slid it into a strange black belt he'd found bundled with the key. The device clicked into place with a metallic hum, and before he could comprehend what was happening, a sharp voice boomed through his mind.
"Striker Driver... Activated!"
A surge of golden energy erupted from the belt, sending a violent jolt through his body. The light spiraled around him, and instinctively, Sean shouted:
"Henshin!"
The world seemed to freeze as a golden web of light cocooned him, reshaping his body into something unrecognizable. When the light dissipated, Sean stood before his reflection as Demisumo, the golden demon spider. His helmet glowed ominously, with red eyes peering through spider-shaped slits. The armor, sleek and elegant, bore intricate web patterns that shimmered with the raw power of the curse he'd unwittingly awakened.
The armor was heavy yet light in a way he couldn't explain. His arms were fortified with gauntlets that thrummed with energy, while his legs were agile, made for quick dodges. But it was the chest—its webbed, reinforced design—that intrigued him the most. It felt... alive, feeding off his bad luck. He could feel it, deep inside—something ancient, something wild.