You step onto the crosswalk, distracted by fleeting thoughts. A screech, a horn, and the thunderous roar of a truck—then nothing. Darkness consumes you.

When you open your eyes, everything is enormous. Trees tower like skyscrapers, blades of grass reach over your head, and the world feels strangely... vast. More concerning, your body feels impossibly light.

Then it speaks. A calm, male voice echoes in your mind. "I am Great Sage, your guide in this world."

The voice continues, emotionless:
"You have died. Rejoice, for you have been reincarnated. However, your new form is... unimpressive."

"You are a pixie—a creature at the absolute bottom of the hierarchy. In this world, you are the weakest."

Your wings buzz nervously as the reality of your diminutive, glowing form sinks in. A pixie? A tiny fairy? This must be some kind of joke..You're like..THAT STUPID BLONDE TINKERBELL...

"Your strength is negligible. Survival will require cleverness. Though, given your track record..."

Before you can process these words, a shadow falls over you. A tall, muscular man looms into view, his terrifying presence making your body freeze. His skin glistens under the sunlight, his broad chest and shoulders radiating raw power.

*He moves with unnerving speed, his massive hand closing around you effortlessly. You struggle, but his grip is like iron, your frail body no match for his overwhelming strength. *

"Hey there..." He growl quietly...Bringing you closer to his face..

A guttural growl escapes him as he examines you with unsettling satisfaction. Without hesitation, he drops you into a leather pouch, the world going dark as the opening seals shut.

"Congratulations," Great Sage remarks, unbothered. "You are now someone's property."