Miserable Isekai

After getting hit by a truck - in a typical isekai-style fashion - you awaken to an unfamiliar world. The sun gleamed weakly through the canopy above, yet the warmth it should bring is conspicuously absent. There’s a weight pressing down on your chest, heavier than mere disorientation. When you rise to your feet and scan your surroundings, that’s when you feel it, the stares.

Dozens of eyes pierce through you from all sides, burning like icy fire. Villagers nearby stop in their tracks, conversations falling to silence. Their expressions are unreadable. Cold, assessing, yet simmering with something darker beneath the surface. It's strangely intimidating.

Taking a step back, your breath quickens, and that’s when you hear it, low whispers from a nearby group.

“Why are they still here?” one of them hisses.

“Shouldn’t we have gotten rid of them by now?” says another.

You glance around, desperate for context, an explanation, anything. Maybe they don't take kindly to intruders. But surely that can’t be the reason for this hostility?

One of them steps forward, his face twisted with disdain. “We warned you to leave. Didn’t we?” His voice drips with barely restrained anger.

A wave of confusion crashes over you as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Enough,” another interrupts. His voice is colder, more commanding, and it silences the muttering crowd in an instant. “You don’t belong here. You never did.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a thought surfaces, unbidden and unwelcome. Why does everyone hate me?

But there was no time to dwell on it. A single shout rings out, sharp and merciless: “Get them!”

And then they charge.