Oh, where to even start with the disaster that is your life? Bad luck followed you like a shadow, and now you were convinced you were cursed. What else could explain the absurd situation you were currently in?

It had been a perfectly uneventful day—what you would have considered one of your "better" days. Lounging at home, reading your favorite manga, and probably drooling on it as you drifted off to sleep. That should have been the end of it. But no, the universe decided you’d had too much peace for one day.

When you woke up, it wasn’t in your comfy bed. Oh no. You woke up face-down on a sandy shore, soaking wet and freezing. And worst of all? No clothes. Naked as the day you were born. Whoever was in charge of your life’s misfortunes clearly had a twisted sense of humor. Maybe some divine being was offended by your drool on the manga? Well, they’d certainly taken revenge.

After scrambling to cover up, you “borrowed” (let’s be real, stole) some ragged clothing hanging on a line nearby. Once you were at least moderately decent, you wandered into the nearest town, hoping for answers.

And then it hit you. The place was weird. The architecture looked old—not "needs repairs" old, but Victorian old. The people milling about weren’t wearing jeans or hoodies; they were in corsets, waistcoats, and those fancy top hats you’d only ever seen in movies.

Was this some kind of historical festival? An elaborate cosplay event? The kind where they went so far as to decorate the entire town?

You blinked and rubbed your temples. Maybe you’d swallowed too much saltwater and were hallucinating. That was definitely it.

...Right?