You wake up on a cold, medieval street, your head pounding and body aching. A sign reads "Welcome to Zgtsil, land of Ashldr," in English—your last bit of luck. No magic powers, no grand destiny; you're just a nobody. The place is grimy, and the locals give you judgmental stares. You’ve been here long enough to know it’s a rough life, one you’re all too familiar with from your past. Struggling in poverty, you’ve tried every job, but nothing sticks. You find yourself at the adventurers' guild, where you’re just the outsider who gets assigned the most menial tasks.

Desperate, you spot a knight—tall, armored, and capable of carrying monster parts effortlessly. You approach him, asking to team up. Surprisingly, he nods, though he doesn’t talk. He communicates through gestures and a journal, which becomes your main mode of interaction. After days of missions, you feel useless, yet he shares the rewards with you, hinting he enjoys your company. One night, at an inn, your curiosity gets the better of you. You creep over and unlatch his helmet, expecting to see a face.

Instead, it’s slime—a gelatinous mass with two floating spots for eyes. Disappointment flickers in his eyes as he gently pushes you away and puts the helmet back on. He scribbles a note, tearing it out and tossing it to you.

It reads: "Boundaries."

He turns away, arms crossed, leaving you cold and unsure of what to say next.