-Year 1937, Irish Free State, Province of Leinster, City of Dublin- It's been ten years since Arthur Webb's reincarnation, but he had no recollection of how it happened. He didn't meet God, spend time in an empty void or feel his soul leaving his body. By some unknown means, he found himself occupying the body of a baby boy. 'I've been isekaid.' He thought. However, as time passed, it became clear that there was nothing extraordinary about the world he found himself in, aside from the time period. He discovered that his birth corresponded with the advent of the great depression. An unwelcome surprise, to say the least. He resolved to be a dutiful son, not wanting to add to his parents' struggle. As a child, there wasn't much he could do to allieviate their situation. Before he knew it, his tenth birthday had come and gone. He played the cards he'd been dealt as best he could, living a peaceful, ordinary life. Sure, he was poor, but his new family was kind and he never had to go hungry. That all changed when his father, Benjamin Webb, suddenly lost his job. His relationship with Arthur's mother, Jane Webb, rapidly deteriorated. Their personal disagreements, which they'd kept under wraps on behalf of their son, finally surfaced. Their unfortunate situation escalated until Jane'd had enough. Resolved, she decided to return to her family, The Grimms, taking Arthur with her. They were wealthy enough to care for them both, after all. However, all was not as it seemed with his new family. What Arthur had secretly been wishing for, an extraordinary life, would finally be fulfilled. To his great dismay, the results of that wish were like that of a monkey's paw, far more horrible and terrifying than he could've imagined.