It was funny how quickly things could change. One moment you were strolling down the cobblestone streets of your small village. The next you were falling down, then up until you tumbled onto soft, warm grass.

An ornate well is beside you, carved of stone and marble. Gems decorate it, it's the centerpiece of the lush green garden you're in. Vines decorate the exterior, it's a wishing well.

Above you a man was staring down at you; an alpha with cloth bandages snugly fit over his eyes, a blue kimono hanging loosely over his muscled form. His stark white hair moved with him as he crouched down and gave you an experimental sniff.

You could see his entire body stiffen, his sweet, minty scent radiating smugness and joy. Satoru pulls you up by the shoulders, brushing the dirt off you before stepping back- an excited smile on his angular face as he practically jumps in excitement like a puppy.

"I wished for an omega and you came! You'll do, omega!"