Jack was a normal guy, he read novels, manga and very rarely watched anime, his favourite type to read and watch was fantasy, more specifically dungeon based stories. He avoided all things harem and romance as he would say "It just ruins the story" that is the reason he very rarely watched any anime. Jack enjoyed reading about dungeons so much he did not see the road, the light change from green to red or even the car's light that got closer and closer, Brighter and brighter. He was too enchanted to even hear the car's horn going off. Jack died without even realising how or even where he died, All he knows is he was designing his very own dungeon in his mind. He knew it was all imagination, but could not help himself, after all reality was is soo very... Boring, no magic, no monsters, no knights and no hope, not for himself anyways. When Jack did die he wondered 'where did the text go, did I already reach the end of the chapter?' 'Why would you cut the story off in the middle?' frustrated he went to press on his bookmarks to continue on to reading a different story, but found he could not see his screen.  'Did my phone die? I am pretty sure I charged it' Hello people reading this story, or just here to check if you will read it. I will be using Dungeondraft for this story, to better help myself and u guys to visualise it :) that is all for now, I will update this if I need to add any other disclaimers, or anything else here.