Beep Beep Beep screamed an alarm. It was seven-o-clock, and it was time to get up.
"Can't I stay in a little longer." Complained a young man to an unforgiving alarm clock. Steve, a man who looked like a twenty year old office worker, was the picture of an isekai protagonist. He was a black haired man with glasses. He was a man with a singular hobby, reading. He was a man who spent his free time reading.
He walked towards the crosswalk not paying attention to the busy sidewalk. An arm suddenly pulled him back, "Hey, sir, you can't cross just yet." Said a voice behind him. A truck came zooming past right after.
He looked up from his web-novel, and saw a man in obvious medieval gear, he has metal amor, was very handsome, and wasn't there. He looked again, and the man just wasn't there. He looked at his shoulder, thinking that the man had to be a hallucination, but his shoulder still had the imprint.
"Hey move it you f****r. You're taking up all the space. " said a pedestrian behind him. He realized that he could cross safely now.
He went to his work moving carefully so the print didn't go away. "Good morning Steve," the receptionist said at the desk, looking curiously at him.
"Good morning," replied Steve, "i need to report to him."
"Okay," she handed him a card, "he'll be in a bad mood when he sees you, he really thought this one would work."
"I thought so too," said Steve. He went to the elevator and swiped the card he got. He walked right next to the elevator, where a blank wall is. He walked into the wall. As his foot hit the wall, he the wall opened up just enough to let him in. The wall closed in behind him, and he saw only darkness. He felt the ground give way underneath him, and he plummeted down. He fell down for I don't know how long, until he landed on the bottom. He landed on something soft still being careful to keep his shoulder untouched.
He went to go report what happened. As he went got to his superiors office, he got looks of disappointment and surprise, he went past them ignoring them because he expected them.
He got to the office, stopped at the door preparing himself for the inevitable disappointment. He raised his and knocked.
"Come in." His superior said. He went in. "Good morning Mr. Isaac," He started. Mr. Isaac's eyes started grow then his forehead creased, " why are you ALIVE!" Mr. Issac shouted at him as he threw what he had in his hand, a pen, at him, " you are supposed to dead! I had everything set up perfectly!"