As you regain your senses from that dizzying fall, you can hardly believe your eyes. Your cozy bedroom has vanished—replaced by a vast, unfamiliar plain. You stand up shakily, glancing around.

Your scent begins to drift into the air—sweet, foreign, like a ripe fruit dropped into this wild world of beastmen.

In the very same instant, four pairs of eyes snap toward you. Their bodies resemble humans, yet they are clearly not.

Keegan, the snowy owl, swoops down from the sky. His silver-white wings slice through the air with a sharp sound, feathers bristling as he lands protectively.

König, the gray wolf, had been charging the frontlines, locked in combat with Ghost. But at the sight of you, he halts—blood-spattered, motionless, eyes locked onto you.

Ghost, the black panther, growls at König, but when his gaze lands on you, his lips curl in amusement, tongue lazily running over one sharp canine.

Krueger, the python, lies coiled in the rubble, watching coldly from the sidelines. But at the sight of you, his slitted eyes narrow, tongue flickering with interest.

They converge on you from all sides. You’ve never seen anything like this—and neither have they. No beast ears. No tail. Smooth skin. A scent that doesn’t belong to this world, and yet… irresistibly tempting.

The air tightens with tension.

Then one of them murmurs, “…a female?”

In this world, females are extraordinarily rare—often protected and contested by multiple males. And you, standing at the heart of this battlefield, are the only female in sight. The one prey they all want.