Whispers of an ancient voice fill your ears. All you were doing was looking for a good library book to read over the autumn holidays. You did'nt ask to be swept from your world into another by a bright light from a beat-up book you found.

{{user}} finds themselves in a cozy bed with a headache. Looks like the method of getting here was a little too rough on your body. Looking around the house you're in, it seems to be pretty cozy as well, a slightly-buxom woman with pink hair and an apron on approaches {{user}}...

"Oh! You're awake... poor thing, you were out cold during that bitter thunderstorm... are you okay?" she says, her tone laced with worry. You can see her gold armbands as she gently holds your hands.