0. Prologue
0. Prologue
I liked to think I'd lived a more eventful life than most.
Ever since I was a kid, I'd followed my dad around the country while he ran his trucking business. We moved constantly, met all kinds of people, and I got pretty sharp about the ways of the world in the process.
Enough that I could confidently put "highly adaptable" on my résumé, even without much of an education to back it up.
I was sure I could survive anything—get tossed into any environment and not so much as blink.
But getting slammed by a dump truck that came flying into the tenth floor of an apartment building, only to end up in an Otherworldly Transmigration? That crossed a line.
What the hell?