My Name is (y/n), Im 26 years old, Im a call center agent , with no love life, Since Im a typical fujoshi weeb, who's into anime and games, as i walk on my way home i save a child who's going to get hit by a truck and everything went black, then i met god? and offer me chance to live in another world,when i open my eyes, Im in a fantasy world with magic,beastkin,dragon,elves etc and not just that, I Transmigrate in a body of a 9 year old, Slave Boy... Can I survived in this new world?.
Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's.
I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories.
I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be.
I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from.
-This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion-
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