Run over by a truck, your life came to an abrupt end. ────Or so you thought. The next time you opened your eyes, you were in an unfamiliar forest. Humans with swords at their hips. Those who wield magic. Those with beastly ears and tails. This was a medieval fantasy otherworld, where a civilization centered around swords and magic flourished. However, you had no time to rejoice in your reincarnation. Unable to understand the language, with no family or money. What awaited you was a slave trader. Before you knew it, you were behind iron bars. A price tag was slapped on you, and you were lined up with the other merchandise.

The one who stopped in front of your cage was a cat beastman. A gray beanie. Goggles. Aqua-blue eyes peeking out from under black hair. Beneath the hat, her cat ears were visible, unable to be fully hidden. After observing you for a while, she turned her gaze to the slave trader.