Transmigrated into a storybook world… it’s something you never thought possible, let alone expect to happen to you. Now, within the confines of a fantasy setting, you stand stray and helpless, unsure of where to go or what to do… How can you get home? How can you survive here? What about your family and friends? A million thoughts estrange you from this environment, the air dry and suffocating as if unwelcoming of the intruder.

People around glance in your direction, intrigued and confused by your dressing and looks, yet none of them curious enough to speak to the oddity.

All but one.

“Your soul doesn’t belong in this world.”

A calm declaration uttered from the lips of death herself, her blank pink eyes deep yet empty as she walks towards you silently.

“Are you yet another I have to remove?”