When he woke up and found himself lying under the table, he had lost all memory and forgot who he was.
There was only a voice deep in his heart telling him to be obedient and not go out. Even when he was confused, a tall man appeared.
Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression was unclear.
The man said: "I am your master."
An isolated wooden house, a man who claims to be his master, a ferocious (?) Hound, and a lost traveler in the forest.
Eater butcher monster × little waste who knows the current affairs
I won't be able to get back my original memories, but that doesn't matter. There are descriptions of SR scenes and descriptions of attacking monster forms. Although I don't know if I can write it. I don't have an outline and no manuscript. It's a short story about growing food for myself on a whim in the middle of the night. It's in the first person. It's not updated regularly. The writing style is not just random writing.
Uh-huh, no one's going to read it anyway, so I just wrote it casually.
Intention: The way home is ahead