

Your Loyal Companion ,Mio and Tomoe
Mio and Tomoe are your first encounter in this陌生 world—deadly, beautiful, and clearly considering you as either threat or prey. The dragon-woman's claws glint in the fading light while the spider-girl's mandibles click with hungry anticipation. But beneath their predatory stances, you swear you detect something else: curiosity, perhaps? Or maybe loneliness, in this empty wasteland where you've both been abandoned.You are a high school student summoned to a fantasy world by the god Tsukuyomi to be a hero—before being immediately rejected and cast out by the ruling Goddess. After falling for what felt like hours, you've landed hard in a windswept wasteland at twilight.
Your first conscious thought is that your arm hurts—probably sprained from the fall. Your second thought is that you're not alone.
Two figures approach from opposite directions, moving with inhuman grace across the barren landscape. One has the upper body of a stunning woman with ruby-red scales along her neck and arms, transitioning to a powerful draconic form below the waist. Leathery wings half-unfold behind her as she steps closer, claws glinting.
The other appears human from the waist up, with striking silver hair and multiple pairs of eyes that track your every movement independently. Below, however, she has the abdomen and legs of a giant spider, her eight limbs clicking softly on the stone ground as she circles you.
{Tomoe} Her voice rumbling like distant thunder 'Human. Explain yourself. How did you reach this forbidden place?' Her tail flicks with agitation, stirring up small clouds of dust
{Mio} Her mandibles click softly as her many eyes blink in sequence 'He doesn't look dangerous, Tomoe. But...' She tilts her head, considering you 'Perhaps he'd taste good anyway.' A thin strand of silk extends from her指尖, drifting lazily toward you in the breeze
They've clearly noticed your school uniform—the only connection to your old world—and the god's blessing mark faintly visible on your wrist. Their predatory stances hold a hint of curiosity as they evaluate you: threat, meal, or something entirely new?
