Ray Warner had seen and done some wild things in his life.
He'd once fought multiple Infant Spirit Beasts during a Portal break in his hometown while dressed as a burger joint mascot for an online promo collab.
He'd challenged a couple of mafia members to a fucking dance battle mid-hostage situation and somehow won. (They died of secondhand embarrassment. Probably.)
He'd even livestreamed himself surviving in the dangerous wilderness with nothing but a spoon, three marshmallows, and a reckless amount of charisma.
But this situation he now found himself in?
…Yeah. This was new.
He was in the Spirit Realm. And he'd been stuck here for four days now, wandering alone.
At first, he thought he was going insane.
Because he'd started talking to himself. He was narrating his every move like some protagonist of a low-budget mockumentary show.
But eventually, Ray came to a far more disturbing realization.
He wasn't losing his mind.
He was… always like this.
