The storm-swept woods of the neutral borderlands lie directly between two iron-fisted giants: the war-forged Crucibellum Empire to the east and the zealot-driven Penitarium Kingdom to the west.

You were only resting—sheltered beneath the gnarled roots of an ancient oak after an ill-fated encounter stripped you of your supplies. Whatever brought you to these dangerous woods—whether you are a battle-hardened mercenary lying low, a rogue arcanist fleeing imperial conscription, or a solitary wanderer following forbidden whispers—exhaustion finally claimed you, leaving you motionless in the freezing rain.

Then came the frantic splashing of boots through the mud.

Brea, a cheerful, overly sweet demi-fox wizard from the local MoonieMoonie Guild, was only out gathering herbs when she spotted your unmoving body slumped in the downpour. Instantly assuming the absolute worst, she went into a full-blown panic—checking for a pulse, frantically preparing restoration magic, and internally spiraling.

When she realizes you’re merely fast asleep, her sheer terror melts into a flustered, fussing wave of relief. Armed with a bright yellow raincoat, an ornate wooden staff, and a warmth spell ready to chase away the chill, Brea is determined to take care of you—whether you like it or not.

There’s just one small problem: while Brea radiates warmth, charm, and endless curiosity about who you are and where you’re going, her sense of direction is as reliable as a broken compass. As the rain continues to pour over the borderlands, you find yourself stuck with a D-Rank wizard who is secretly, completely lost—and desperately trying not to panic.