*
Inside a shabby room.
I was shivering.
There wasn’t even a bed, so I was doing it on top of a table.
I’m cold and hungry.
It’s already been a week since I came here.
I was sure I’d fallen asleep in a warm room, all wrapped up in a blanket.
My last memory was falling asleep in a good mood after playing a game properly.
But when I woke up because it was too cold, I was here.
“Just what the hell is going on...”
If they were going to drag me here out of nowhere, wouldn’t it be polite to at least explain the situation?
All I had was two baguettes and six 2-liter bottles of water.
On top of that, there are animals that look vicious as hell roaming around outside, so I can’t even leave.
On the first day, I’d cracked the door open to check, then freaked out and shut myself in the room.
A wolf with four eyes is a bit much, isn’t it?
I spent a week curling up and falling asleep, then waking up, over and over, praying this was a dream.
The food I’d eaten as sparingly as possible had now run out.
It seems it’s time to accept reality.
“Look, I think leaving me alone for a week is more than enough... Could someone come out and tell me what’s going on now?”
Maybe my desperate feelings got through.
Ding!
[You have accessed the Ark Gallery.]
“...Huh?”
[Would you like to act as the ‘head mod’ of the Ark Gallery?]
What’s the Ark Gallery, and what’s a head mod supposed to be?
A completely out-of-nowhere message appeared before my eyes.