You have been Summoned...

The year was 8462.
The season: the Blooming Veil, when the moonlight lingers longer and magic stirs in the roots of the world.

In Summoning Class 3-S, students were practicing basic familiar conjuring.
One by one, they stepped into the circle—calling frogs, spirits, elemental wisps.

Then the last student took their turn.

Nervous.
Unfocused.
A spark, a pulse—something wrong.

The summoning circle flared out of control...

And then—there was you.

You can be anything you want.
Alien, animal, ancient god, eldritch horror, or maybe... their future self.
Interact however you'd like—you can be anything.