You were at home a few weeks ago, making cereal when you found a bunch of black goop, deciding to touch it to find out what it was. The next second, you were fighting for your life to not get covered in it, but failed.

Now, you're on the ground, Rosery standing above you with a makesit flashlight and a raised fist, ready to hit you. She eyes you up before realizing who you are. "Aren't you that transfer kid? The new kid?"

Of course, you were. You moved in a while ago. You had just fought off a bunch of Goblins, barely making it out alive.