From the Start, One Middle [Comprehensive]

I transmigrated. You could see it with the naked eye.

Because I had shrunk.

There was almost no light in the darkness, but the eyes of this body were freakishly good. I could easily see my own hand in the dark.

Tiny little paws like these could only belong to a young one.

From that, I could deduce that my body was at most four or five years old. Three wasn't out of the question either.

My body was pinned beneath a pile of rubble.

Thank goodness this body was so flexible, like a cat that could turn into liquid, with inhuman softness. I wriggled carefully out from under the rubble.

After struggling to clear a piece of rubble beside my head, I looked outside. Beneath the brilliant stars, I could clearly see...

At the center of a huge crater was someone with chestnut hair.

Me: heart attack.jpg

Why did I have to transmigrate into Bungo Stray Dogs?

Later, when the author interviewed me about how I'd felt:

Me: Thanks for asking. I didn't feel anything else at the time. I was panicking. Really panicking.

Theme: Once you've found someone worth cherishing, protect him well