### **Chapter 2: The Wolf Girl and The Savior**


    I kept running until I found a hut. I wasn’t sure if I should enter it, but I felt like this would decide my future in this world.


    I did it. I opened the door.


    No one was there—just an empty hallway and the eerie silence of this strange, old-world house. *Phew.* Maybe I could finally relax.


    After a quick shower (why did the water smell like herbs?), I collapsed onto the bed. The room felt like something out of a history book—rough wooden beams, a flickering oil lamp, like I was living in the 1600s. *Wait… is this really an isekai world?* *Hell yeah.* I’d dreamed of this. I went to sleep, excited for tomorrow.


    Then—**knock, knock.**


    My heart lurched. The sound was polite, almost gentle. But the second knock was louder. The third shook the doorframe.


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    I dove into the closet just as—**BOOM!**—the door exploded inward. Splinters rained onto the floor. Through the closet’s slats, I saw her: a girl my age, wolf ears twitching, golden eyes scanning the room. *Pretty. Deadly.* She was definitely looking for someone.


    *Please leave. Please just—*


    She turned to go. I nearly sobbed in relief—until I spotted her purse on the floor.


    The closet door creaked open.


    *Fuck.*


    We stared at each other. I froze like an idiot. Her fingers curled, and she whispered, *"Oh great fire, burn."*


    **Flames erupted from her palms.**


    I scrambled backward, my mind screaming: *This isn’t how my second chance ends!* I grabbed a curtain—why?—as if flimsy fabric could stop magic fire. My reflection in her eyes was pathetic: wide-eyed, trembling, a silent *please don’t kill me.*


    The fire vanished. She knew I was just a hopeless guy.


    She sighed and then asked, *"What are you doing in my house?"*


    I tried to avoid getting killed as much as possible. In the end, she had a power that I didn’t know the source of. I said, *"I got lost! I really thought the house was empty, I’m sorry!"*


    Her nose wrinkled. *"Where are you from?"*


    I didn’t want to tell her my whole story, so I decided to lie—but I was afraid she could detect lies. So I said, *"I don’t remember correctly. My memory is damaged. I woke up near the village."*


    She gasped, her wolf ears twitching in surprise. *"Wait, no way! You''re one of them?"*


    What does she mean? *"One of who?"* I asked.


    *"The Saviors,"* she breathed. *"Amnesiacs who appear out of nowhere. They''re the chosen."*


    Chosen? My chest ached—half hope, half dread. Was this real, or just my brain playing tricks?


    The girl leaned in, studying me like a puzzle. *"You''re either the luckiest man alive… or the worst liar I''ve ever met."*