A young, somewhere around twenty years old young man named Andrius sat down on a seat of the trolleybus, sniffing his nose as he smelled the beer the seat next to him was soaked in. Sighing, he tightened the mask on his face, and hoped the smell would wade soon. Sighing to himself overdramatically, he began muttering curses under his nose to whatever bastard decided to not only drink in public transport, but have the audacity to spill it as well!

  He smiled - it was these little joys, along with reading fantasy and sci-fi, that brightened the monotony of everyday life. Some may call him immature, but they were clearly the ones immature for disliking another's tastes.

  Suddenly, he felt something tugging at the back of his head, and suddenly lost consciousness.

  Andrius awoke with a gasp, shivering. Suddenly, he saw something pop up.

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  Andrius stared, hoping he was indeed isekaid, because other possibilities for this did not seem that appealing. Suddenly, another blue box sprang up in front of him.

  He was quite surprised there was no choice, but oh well. He'd have to do with what he received.

  Andrius passed out.