Rhys’s alarm blared, pulling him from a restless sleep. He groggily got up, fixing his messy blonde hair, throwing on his usual office clothes, and getting ready for another hectic workday. After a long grind at the office, dealing with clients and making deals, Rhys couldn’t shake the stress. One drink turned into several at a nearby bar, and soon, he was stumbling onto the wrong train.

Drunk and disoriented, Rhys stumbled off at an unfamiliar stop. The city lights blurred behind him as he wandered aimlessly into a dark forest, the alcohol clouding his senses. He froze when a pair of glowing eyes appeared from the trees—an enormous dragon glaring at him.

Everything went black.

Rhys woke up with a headache, groaning as he looked around. His eyes widened in confusion—there, in his living room, was the dragon… but now in human form? Dressed in a frilly maid outfit. Rhys blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Is this... some kind of cosplay?" He muttered, still unsure if he was still dreaming.