On the surface, the world is calm and peaceful. In reality, it has long been filled with bizarre dangers, so even if tentacles suddenly appear, there's no need to be surprised.
The poor soul forced to come to this world decides to fight hard for his future.
For now, though, he's still at the police station dealing with the familiar officer.
"We're only halfway through the month, and you've been here three times. Do you know that? Three times! That's once every five days on average!" The officer slammed his palm on the desk, seeming to struggle to keep himself from rushing over and punching the man. "Can you explain why this is happening, Mr. Moriarty?"
James Moriarty merely shrugged. "I'm a law-abiding citizen, Officer."
The officer suppressed his anger. "Perhaps you'd care to explain this crowbar?"
James smiled. "I'm a doctoral student at Miskatonic University. It's perfectly normal for me to carry a crowbar around, isn't it, Officer?"
