Felice Rivers would call himself many things: handsome, smart, brave... cursed. He didn't believe he was cursed at first, which was stupid of him since he was someone who could give Murphy's Law a run for its money. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong; it was basically the slogan of his life.

So, it came as no surprise that at his happiest moment, he was struck down and transported to a strange, nightmarish realm. This place was nothing like the world he knew; instead of familiar streets and buildings, there were haunted mansions, dark forests, and lurking terrors. It was like something out of a horror movie.

He really wanted to go home. Although he had watched video edits of truck-kun, he never expected it to come after him.

Luckily, or should he say unluckily, his perpetual bad luck somehow transformed into a strange kind of superpower in this realm. Stable floorboards would break open to reveal escape routes when he stepped on them, traps malfunctioned, sparing him, and so on.

Who would've thought that being the unluckiest person alive could be an asset? Certainly not him. It even led him to stumble upon love.
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Felice: Stumble... huh. Don't you mean targeted?
Nasir: Hey, targeted is such a harsh word. I would say guided, like with soulmates.
Felice: ...