I've traveled through time.
I traveled to a wild world full of orcs. The first second I opened my eyes, a three-meter-tall black panther was staring at me with amber vertical pupils, and the fangs were still hung with bloodshot traces of unknown prey.
I thought I was dead.
As a result, the black panther—I later learned that his name was Lieya—sniffed me, turned around, picked up a dead rabbit and threw it in front of me. Then he squatted three meters away and tilted his head to look at me like a giant cat.
I understood that look: Do you want to eat or not?
