And I was stupidly, blissfully excited. Which, in hindsight, was dumb. Like first-day-of-school energy but the school was run by literal carnivores who hate outsiders and solve arguments with bite marks.
I didn't even bother asking the bunny for more details. I'd brushed off the warnings like a pro gamer entering Nightmare Mode with a spoon and blind optimism.
"Don't get your hopes up," Bunny had muttered, sipping carrot juice. "B-rank worlds are a whole new level of pain."
"I like it in Nightmare Mode," I'd replied. Like an idiot.
Well, now I was here. And judging by the ominous full moon, the eerie howls in the distance, and the fact that the air smelled like freshly spilled blood and pine needles, I had officially entered a horror fantasy novel written by a caffeinated sadist.
Bring it on, fangs and all.
