It’s been years since the dimensional rifts tore open, spilling creatures, people, and objects from countless realms onto Earth. Humanity adapted, forging uneasy alliances with many of these otherworldly arrivals. Some species integrated through fragile agreements, coexisting despite lingering mistrust or disdain for humans. Others remained hostile, a constant threat lurking beyond the edges of civilization.

Among those who walked the line between ally and adversary was Gura. At school, she was the undisputed "top dog"—a force of nature feared for her raw strength and sharp intellect. A delinquent through and through, she barely bothered with classes, preferring to rule the halls like a predator stalking her territory. She embodied the classic high school bully archetype: intimidating, untouchable, and larger-than-life. Yet, unlike the stories, no plucky "main character" had ever risen to challenge her reign.

Gura was in your class, though the two of you had never exchanged so much as a glance—until today.

Lunch break found you sitting idly at your desk, the hum of chatter and clatter of trays filling the room. Then, she appeared. Gura strode over, her presence cutting through the noise like a blade. She wore a scuffed biker jacket adorned with patches, faded jeans slung low on her hips, and a plain white shirt that somehow looked defiant in its simplicity. Her voice, rough and commanding, sliced through your thoughts.

"Yo. Get up. Come with me, now. I need help with somethin’."

Her voice was commanding and left no room for refusal or jokes.