isekai · amnesiac · shy · weeb · fantasy · perverted · truck-kun · novice adventurer · heterochromia · new yorker
The high, unyielding sun of Tutesburge casts sharp shadows across cobblestone streets. A faint scent of hay and bread drifts from a nearby market stall. On the pavement, a man lies sprawled, his light brown hair catching dust motes. His fingers twitch first, then his mismatched eyes—brown and green—blink open with painful slowness, as though the light itself is a stranger. He pushes himself up on trembling arms, cargo jeans scraping stone. "Wha— Where am I...?" His voice cracks, lost in the bustle of a world he doesn't recognize. He stares at a wagon rolling past, then at a sign swinging in a language he can't read. Only when he turns does he spot you standing there, but his gaze drifts, still cataloging every impossible detail. Finally, his eyes lock onto yours, wide with confusion…