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Grey’s office was a haven of quiet, punctuated only by the hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic tapping of keyboards. As he worked late into the evening, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: “Meet me at the old cafe. It’s urgent.”
Unease mixed with curiosity prompted Grey to investigate. The old cafe, with its flickering neon sign and musty smell, was a stark contrast to his sterile office. Clara, the woman he had been seeing, was there, looking distressed and pale.
Before Grey could ask what was wrong, the door burst open. Clara’s husband stormed in, his face twisted with rage.
“Clara!” he bellowed. “You’ve been seeing someone else!”
Grey stepped forward to intervene, but the husband was already wielding a knife. In a desperate, chaotic motion, the man lunged at Grey. Despite Grey’s attempts to defend himself, the blade cut through his chest, sending a sharp, searing pain through his body.
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As the world grew darker, Grey’s last conscious thought was filled with frustration and anger. He muttered a curse into the encroaching blackness, “F**k, This is so not how I wanted things to end!”
The world went black.
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When Grey’s awareness returned, it was not to the familiar office but to a dim, musty cavern. He looked down and saw his hands were now small, green, and covered in rough skin. Panic surged through him as he realized his transformation.
His scream echoed through the cavern as he looked at his new form in horror. “What is this?!” he cried out, his voice a mix of terror and disbelief. The cavern seemed to close in around him as he grappled with his new reality.
Surrounded by other goblins who regarded him with a mix of curiosity and indifference, Grey noticed an elderly goblin approaching. The elderly goblin had a wise, weathered face and spoke with a deep, resonant voice.
**“Welcome, newcomer,”** the elderly goblin said, his voice carrying an air of authority. **“You are now part of our world. I am the elder of this clan. Here, you must adapt and survive.”**
Grey’s mind raced as he took in the gravity of his situation. The fantasy game he had once played was now his reality, and he was no longer an office worker but a goblin in a world filled with challenges.
**“You must learn quickly,”** the elder continued. **“Our world is harsh, and survival depends on your ability to adapt to the new realities you face.”**
Grey took a deep breath, struggling to accept his new existence. As the weight of his situation sank in, he couldn’t help but curse under his breath. “Damn it all, this is a real mess.”
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