[h1]Ruined Inn[/h1]

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Okay.

Calm.

Calm down. Think rationally.

This is a fantasy world, and it's not a dream. That's obvious. That much is perfectly clear.

So, at this point, I have to assume that I've wound up in some kind of isekai situation. I thought that was pure fiction, but apparently not!

At least, I don't have any other explanation for it. I clearly remember my life. I remember the plane crashing. I can picture the faces of people I know.

But undeniably I'm here. Undeniably this is me. Every move I make, this cute elf girl follows. My facial expressions. My hands. Absolutely everything.

Seriously?!

I was isekai'd and I had to end up a girl!? How tall am I?! Why did it have to be the awkward possible outcome!? The mere fact that this girl, at least when it comes to fiction, is exactly the kind of character design I'd like---

There's someone knocking at the door.

I don't have time to collapse in despair. I don't have time to think about anything else. Worrying about my new form has to wait.

Before I step away from the window, I finally take notice of the street below. It's not lively. It's not bustling. I can see shapes shambling, armored figures slowly staggering based ruined fortifications and smashed storefronts.

I can see bones.

...

This place is a ruin. And I'm pretty sure those shambling figures aren't friendly.

Inhaling deeply, I turn away from the window and approach the door, opening it hesitatingly after a few moments.

The person before me is another elf.

Is he someone else in my predicament? Is he native to this place? I have no idea. I don't know how to ask.

I'm pretty sure I heard other voices outside though. Looking past him briefly, I can see a blonde-haired girl in white robes and armor, with a huge hammer. There's also a dragon man of some sort? He's got scales and horns...

This is seriously a fantasy world. I'm seriously a tiny elf girl.

I can't have a breakdown. I can't freak out. I'd just look insane to these people. It's not like they know what's going on, it's not like I can know if they're in the same situation I am.

"I... I-I'm fine," I manage to stammer, averting my eyes. Ugh, I'm totally freaking out. I can't hide it well at all. My hands are shaking. I'm breathing unevenly. My heartbeat is hammering.

I'm trying and failing not to think about every aspect of my new body, every way it's jarringly different from my old self.

I inhale deeply again and try to clear my head.

"How... how did you get here?"

It's a blunt question asked clumsily. But I can't really see any other way to broach the subject.

If they've also been placed in an isekai situation, then at least I'm not alone, though part of me doubts any of them are in my exact situation in [i]other ways[/i].

If they're native, then maybe they can explain to me where this is and what everyone is doing here.

And why we're all in a place like [i]this[/i].

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