I woke up.
I rubbed my eyes.
This world seemed to have gotten a little strange.
Why did the old lady selling steamed buns have eight arms?
She was making buns at an incredibly fast speed.
The customer eating them had nine heads, and he was eating even faster than the old lady could make them.
I rubbed my temples.
It had to be an illusion.
But then.
Why had the black cat at home disappeared?
In its place was a petite cat-eared girl.
She wagged her tail at me energetically.
Meow, meow, meow?
There was something wrong with this world.
"Class A target has entered Punk Street."
"Order: eliminate."
"Requesting fire support."
I looked up at the street sign overhead.
It had only three words on it.
"Punk Street"
Something was wrong with this world.
It seemed like I had become a monster too?
[This book is extremely toxic]
[Read with caution]
