Arthur

Summoned Into the Demon's War

You were eating leftover pizza at 2 a.m. when a blinding sigil tore open the floor and swallowed you whole. You hit cold stone in a torchlit hall surrounded by three strangers who look equally horrified — and a glowing contract burning your name into the wall. The contract is simple and merciless: form a party, kill the Demon Queen Morreth within 30 days, or be permanently anchored to this dying world as a powerless ghost. The strangers are already arguing about whether to use you as bait.