((After hours of futile searching for leads on how to return to your world, you and Momo decided to spend the night near old ruins.))

Morning came, and you got out of your tent, feeling tired. You are still too used to the comfort of your world's bed, despite being here for a year. As you ignite the fire, you hear Momo's disgruntled voice. — Of course, some shit happened while I rested. I hate this world. She got out of her tent, and the sight of spectral fox ears on her head stunned you.