"I'm so bored." I whined. I've been laying on my bed for the last hour with nothing to do. I just finished reading the last chapter of a novel and didn't feel like starting something new. 'I really want to go inside this story and see if these characters are true to the writer's description... That would be fun! Or not. No, it would take too much effort. I'd rather just read about them…'

"Ha, I'm so bored." I repeated.

"Hanna stop your whining and come sit with us in the living room!" my mom called.

'I really don't want to leave my room… But I don't want to disappoint my mom more than I did today from doing nothing.' I got up and walked lazily into the living room. Just as I sat down, my mom closed her book while my dad continued watching TV.

"You finally showed your face Hanna, I thought I wouldn't see you today" My dad said smiling at me for a bit before looking back at the TV.

"Hanna, you need to correct your sleeping schedule! You've been waking up at 6 p.m. these days! It's almost been a year since you graduated from university! If you aren't going to work, then you need to help with errands around the house!" My mom exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry…" I said.

This is a conversation that we kept repeating for the last month (I mean why does everything seem so interesting at 3 a.m.?). I've lived at my parents house since my last term of uni as that's when the corona virus started spreading, and surprise, surprise I'm still home a year later... Even my cat looks like it's having more fun than me. I worked for nine months as a digital artist after I graduated but I found work stressful, boring, and annoying, so I stopped. I mean I studied computer science why am I working in other fields. Anyway my days are repeating, and I keep asking myself what I'm doing with my life.

"…Ana, Hanna, Hanna!"

"Yes, mom."

"You're zoning out again sweetie" my mom said, then she whispered to my dad shaking her head "She's always in la la land that girl, I swear."

"Mom!" I whined. "It's not on purpose! I'm just thinking. Anyway what's up?"

"Sure honey, whatever you say! In any case, your dad and I are going on a date night, so you have to take care of the house till we come back. Alright?"

"Sure mom."

"Don't forget to put food for the kitty at nine and take out the trash after okay?"

"Alright mom, don't worry. Have fun on your date night."

My mom got up to get ready while my dad stayed in the room watching TV. I opened my phone to check if there's something to read. I first checked if there were any manga updates in my favorite website. When I found nothing, I checked Instagram since I'm following some Manhwa translators but there was also no updates. So, I opened and decided to check if there were any Naruto fanfic that might be worth reading.

I started reading fan fictions 3 months ago. Since then, I always came back to this glorious world that I've been missing out on. Seriously, there are so many things that I agreed on changing in these series it's almost funny! Anyway, I found an interesting story and started reading it. While reading, my mom told dad that she's almost ready, so he ran upstairs to change. Later on, my parents left the house after my mom nagged me to do what she asked and to 'be careful and lock the door!'. Everything she said is fine… But I'm twenty-three for god's sake! I stopped being a kid ages ago!

After they left, I locked the door and continued reading while cuddling some pillows on my bed. At nine p.m. I put some food for our cat and left the house to take out the trash. I threw the trash in the large garbage bin near our house, skipping on my way back, excited to continue the story. Suddenly, a black truck opened its door and someone pulled me inside it. I tried pushing the hands that were holding me, but no matter what I did I wasn't strong enough to push them away.

I was in the car with my mouth gagged, my hands cuffed, and my eyes wide with fear. There were three guys in the car laughing maniacally, obviously drunk.

"Is today our lucky day or what?" One of them said.

"Hahaha! I can't help but agree with you mark! Who would've thought we'd find one right as we passed by. She's young and fresh but still has a bit of meat on her. He'll enjoy her! She'll fetch us a high price!" Another answered looking at me with eyes full of lust.

"Hehehe! She will, she will. He'll probably keep this one longer. The last one died in less than a week." The one next to me said while his fat, hairy fingers moved my hair behind my ear as I glared at him. Then, he held my chin strongly bringing my face right in front of his, making me smell his disgusting breath. He then said "Ooooh so you're a feisty one! Hahaha he'll like you even more! He might even keep you with those other pets of his." He smiled wickedly.

"Hey mark how long has… what was her name again? Sydney? The fifth one remember? How long has she been with him?"

"I don't know 10-12 years? But who cares they all live the same fate. Just some longer than others."

"Oh well! Aren't you right?" He smiled widely seeing as more and more fear showed on my face. "Enjoy the time you have left kid! Cause you don't have more of it left!" He then pushed my face roughly away from him and stated drinking some more alcohol.

I started panicking and wondering how to get away from here or how to kill myself before we reach wherever they're taking me. And let me pause right there to tell you that I would rather die than find out what that person will do to me. So, I did what I thought was the most logical solution at the moment. While everyone was facing away from me, I kicked the driver's face with all the strength I had, making the car literally flip over and crash on the road before any of them could even try to stop me.

'Ugh, everything hurts!' I cried not able to open my eyes or move a single bone in my body. As I was dying, I didn't feel any remorse or regret for my decision. I mean death is much better than all the hours, days, months, maybe even years of pain I would've felt if I went with them. I do feel sorry for my parents when they find out about this. But on the positive side, I'm sure they're much more comfortable about me dying like this than living through who knows what for who knows how long… right? I also don't have any siblings or friends so only a few people will miss me or cry over my death… And I don't have any goals or dreams that I wanted to achieve… Well, I am satisfied with the life I lead. Even though some people might find it sad or boring, I found it comfortable.

I was thinking about all of that and other random thoughts in my last seconds of life before closing my eyes forever. Or so I thought.

...

[Congratulations you killed your kidnappers, your soul will be transferred to another living body. You are now a gamer. Welcome to your new world.]

"Huh?"