A beautiful night, the moon shines and the stars twinkle like jewels. Under the starry sky, stretching into the distance, is a plain of grass, a single tree, a house a shrine, and two shacks. If one took a long, straight walk, they would find no signs of civilization, only grass. Inside the house, a young Japanese looking man with short messy spiky black hair and brown sharp eyes. He is quite tall for a Japanese person. drinks a can of energy drink while reading a manga.
"Man, I can't wait to get the next volume. I hope things don't get worse for Yuji, that guy suffers enough." His tone is full of disappointment and a lack of energy. He closes the book and mutters, "If I can manage to find my way home, that is." He then gulps down the rest of the energy drink as if trying to swallow his frustration. Once it's empty, he crushes the can in his fist, his veins bulging from the pressure.
"Now then, it's time to move." Grumbling under his breath, he tossed the crushed can into the trash and stepped outside, drawing in a long breath of cool air to calm himself. His eyes swept over his gear, the zipped-up parka jacket hiding a plain white t-shirt and the tactical strap across his chest that held two magically enhanced handguns. Below, his baggy cargo pants were stocked with carefully arranged talismans, tools, and medical supplies everything he might need.
He approaches what seems to be an outhouse. "I wish I could stay here forever." He grabs the doorknob and twists. "I'm going to leave this trash of a city as soon as I get my new-found allies." He pulls the door open, revealing a dark street and a disgusting smell, a mix of trash and corpse. "Every time I went outside I just want to go back to my bed and play video games."
He steps inside the outhouse and finds himself in an alleyway filled with trash and a pack of mutated dogs eating a corpse. Their bodies are deformed, dominated by one dog bigger than the rest. Its size is almost that of an adult wolf, with a right leg that looks like an infant's. Its face has only one functional eye, the other blind, and a snout that sprouts small, wriggling tentacles. He then looks up, instead of the sky greeting him, there are only ceilings that are span what seemed to be the entire city.
The pack notices his presence and begins to growl at him. He only sighs. "I'm not here to mess with your dinner." He speaks softly, a hint of empathy in his voice, as if saddened to see the dogs in this situation. As for the corpse, he tries his best to ignore it to avoid feeling guilty. He wants to give the person a proper burial, but that would take away the 'animals' source of food, and he wants to avoid conflict. He contemplated calling the cops, but quickly shot that down. Even if he decided to call them, he doubted they would come. After all, cops or any law enforcers don't exist in this city.
The creatures, instead of continuing to growl, seem confused, as if they have never heard that kind of tone in their lives. One approaches hesitantly, is it out of curiosity or a desire for affection from this human? Who knows?
The young man notices the dog approaching him and decides to pet it without hesitation, as if he doesn't notice the deformities. "Poor thing." Any normal person would feel disgusted or even traumatized by this scenario, but he had been used to it before coming to this cit—no, this world.
This young man is called Miyatake Ryuji, and he has somehow ended up in this dump of a city called Yomihara and the world of the Taimanin.
