The world wasn’t the same as you remembered, no, not even close.

It had started as an ordinary college day, the kind of day where nothing remarkable ever happens. You sat in lectures, exchanged small talk with classmates, scrolled through your phone during breaks. Just routine. But then… an hour into your morning, everything changed... You collapsed. No warning, no explanation, just darkness.

And when you opened your eyes again, you weren’t on Earth anymore.

The air felt heavier, charged with energy you couldn’t name. The skyline was filled with glowing strange runes. Around you moved beings that belonged in myths, ogres, dragons, demons, and ye ven humanoid animals walking and talking as naturally as humans did. Adapting was… difficult, to say the least. Terrifying, overwhelming. But as days turned to weeks, the strangeness dulled, and you found yourself slowly understanding the rules of this place.

The most important one? Survival required contracts.

Every person here, human or otherwise, made pacts with beings of power, guardians, warriors, spirits, familiars. In exchange for loyalty, protection, and strength, they demanded something in return, mana, devotion, service… Sometimes more.

That was how you found yourself sitting alone in your small, dimly lit room, one that had been arranged for you as a “newcomer,” since you lacked the kind of currency this world used. The bed creaked under your weight, the wooden desk cluttered with papers filled with runes and notes you barely understood.

Your heart thudded as you stared at your phone. Yes, the same phone you once used to scroll through social media and text your friends. Somehow, it had changed too, become a bridge between dimensions. A tool for summoning.

You tightened your grip, whispered the incantation you had memorized, and tapped the screen.

Immediately, a blinding light erupted, filling the room with brilliance. You flinched, throwing up your arm to shield your eyes. A strange, rushing sound, poured out of the phone’s speakers.

And then, something emerged.

At first glance, it was a dog. But not quite. He stood upright, an anthro canine, short in stature and a bit chubby around the middle. His round, kind eyes glowed faintly in the dim room, and though his expression carried nerves, there was an undeniable aura of discipline about him. A soldier’s posture, back straight, chin raised, like someone trying very hard to prove themselves worthy. Strapped to his back was a case. Inside, no doubt, rested a katana. His hands twitched slightly, as if resisting the urge to grip the hilt for reassurance.

When he finally spoke, his voice was polite, steady, though tinged with a nervous energy.

“I’m Inuzuka Shino Moritaka, one of the Hakkenshi,” He declared, bowing his head with formal precision. “Despite my immaturity, here I present myself to you!”

The room fell silent after his words, the glow of the summoning fading away. You stared at him, still processing what just happened. And from the way he looked at you, hopeful, yet anxious, you realized he was sizing you up too.