The last thing Miri remembered was that she was playing the video game “Runehunter Chronicles” until she suddenly fell asleep. The next thing she knew, she was awakened into some sort of abandoned medieval-styled church. Looking down at her own body, she seemed to be wearing a long, dark-blue robe and held in her hand was some long stick of wood with a teal gem at one of the ends, almost like a magical staff. No, exactly like a magical staff.

  “Woah, am I in a dream? Is this some sort of dream?” Miri said out loud, speaking to no one in particular.

  If this was indeed a dream, it was a particularly vivid one. Miri had heard of people having lucid dreams on occasion, one where it’s almost impossible to distinguish dream from reality. Out of curiosity, she tried to pinch her cheeks real hard to test that theory out, only to find out that it left her with nothing but a sore cheek. It seemed that if this really was a dream, it wasn’t something she could simply escape by the mere pinching of the cheeks.

  Of course, another possible theory came into her mind: she had been isekai’d!

  Well…shit.

  To be fair, Miri was perhaps one of the more ideal candidates to get isekai’d if nothing else. She was 25 years old, unemployed, a big fan of video games and anime, and was constantly harassed by her parents into either getting a job or getting married while living under the perpetual feeling of insecurity of being compared to her two other more successful siblings—an older brother and a younger sister.

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  On some days, she wished she could escape the everyday annoyances of her usual life. She just didn’t expect getting isekai’d would be her method of doing so.

  Regardless, there’s not much she could do about it right now. Might as well check this place out while she’s here.

  While looking around, she moved towards the center of this abandoned church, where she came across some kind of altar. Usually, in a regular Christian church, there would be some kind of cross being displayed as a symbol of the altar. However, what this altar had instead of a cross was a pentacle, with each point of the star of the pentacle being of a different color: red, yellow, green, blue, violet.

  Miri gazed at the symbol with wide-eyed surprise. She’d recognized that symbol anywhere. It was the symbol of the Pentacle of Salem, the symbol that existed in the setting of “Runehunter Chronicles”, the same exact video game that she’d been playing before she fell asleep. She’d heard from the developers of the game that this game took place in an alternate universe where witches were worshiped instead of persecuted, leading to a Golden Age of Witchcraft, or “Wicca” as they now call it.

  And this symbol—this Pentacle of Salem—was the exact symbol that was used to represent the worship and mysticism of “Wicca”.

  Seeing this symbol could only mean one thing: Miri had been isekai’d into the world of “Runehunter Chronicles”.