> Be Anon, just a regular guy, unemployed, desperate for a job to pay rent
> Scouring job boards, sending resumes, getting ghosted by every employer
> Portals start opening, fucking mamono like from the MGE start pouring into the world, chaos everywhere
> Decide to keep job hunting, bills don’t care about monster invasions
> Day 1: Head to a coffee shop for a barista interview, resume in hand, nervous as hell
> Halfway there, sky tears open, glowing portal spits out an Ochimusha, armored, katana gleaming
> She locks eyes on me, declares, “You! You shall be my lord and husband!”
> Nope.jpg, sprint down an alley, hear her armored boots clanging behind me
> Trip over a trash can, turn around, now a Dhampir’s there, cape billowing, fangs glinting
> “This one’s mine, warrior! His blood calls to me, and I’ll make him my eternal prince!”
> Ochimusha glares, draws her katana, “Back off, vampire! He’s my destined lord!”
> Dhampir hisses, claws out, they start circling each other, I’m just sitting in trash, terrified
> Fight breaks out, Ochimusha’s blade clashes with Dhampir’s supernatural speed, sparks flying
> Ochimusha slashes, Dhampir dodges, counters with a claw swipe, they’re wrecking the alley
> Crawl away while they’re distracted, hear Ochimusha yell, “My lord, stay safe!”
> Dhampir snaps, “Don’t run, my prince, I’ll protect you!”
> Make it to the coffee shop, interview’s a bust, manager’s hiding from mamono outside
> Day 2: Try for a warehouse job, figure it’s lowkey, maybe mamono won’t find me
> Wrong. Ochimusha’s waiting outside, bowing, “My lord, I’ll ensure your honor in labor!”
> Dhampir appears from the shadows, smirking, “Prince, I’ll make your nights unforgettable.”
> They start arguing, Ochimusha’s all, “I offer loyalty, discipline, and a warrior’s devotion!”
> Dhampir fires back, “I bring passion, eternal youth, and I’m way better in bed!”
> Ochimusha blushes but doesn’t back down, “My cooking and swordsmanship surpass your tricks!”
> Dhampir laughs, “Cooking? I’ll feed him my love, and he’ll beg for more!”
> They’re shouting, inching closer to another fight, I sneak toward the warehouse entrance
> They notice, both grab an arm, Ochimusha’s grip like iron, Dhampir’s cold but firm
> “Stay, my lord!” “Don’t leave, my prince!”
> Wiggle free, bolt inside, but warehouse is crawling with Gremlins, noping out of there too
> Day 3: Try a retail job, last resort, folding shirts at a mall sounds safe
> Ochimusha and Dhampir follow me, now bickering like an old married couple
> Ochimusha: “A true wife protects her husband’s honor and home with strength!”
> Dhampir: “A real wife keeps her man happy and satisfied, not just swinging a sword!”
> Shoppers staring, I’m pretending to fold socks, planning my escape
> They start another fight, Ochimusha’s katana slices a display, Dhampir throws a mannequin
> Mall security’s useless, mamono are tossing shelves, I duck under a counter
> Try to crawl to the exit, Ochimusha spots me, “My lord, I’ll carve a path for us!”
> Dhampir teleports in front, “Prince, let’s slip away to my castle!”
> Get cornered in a food court, they’re still arguing, now about who’d raise better kids
> Ochimusha: “Our children will be disciplined warriors!”
> Dhampir: “Mine will be charming nobles with my grace!”
> Day 4: Give up on jobs, hide in my apartment, barricade the door
> Ochimusha’s outside, serenading me with some ancient samurai love poem
> Dhampir’s tapping at my window, promising eternal romance under the moonlight
> Try to sneak out the back, they both catch me, now arguing over who saw me first
> Fight breaks out again, Ochimusha’s sword meets Dhampir’s claws, food truck gets totaled
> Slip away during the chaos, hide in a dumpster, hear them calling for me
> Day 5: No job, no peace, just two mamono fighting over who gets to marry me
> Ochimusha leaves rice balls at my door, Dhampir leaves roses and a creepy love letter
> Consider moving to Antarctica, but portals probably opened there too
> Curl up under my bed, clutching a broom, wondering why I ever left my house
> Hear them outside, still arguing, “He’s my lord!” “No, my prince!”
> Jobless, trapped, and probably doomed to be someone’s husband