A peaceful night. The distant sound of sirens. The faint smell of asphalt, burnt rubber, and blood.

A boy lay on the road, bleeding out. His vision blurred, his consciousness fading.

"Alright… If you're wondering what the fuck happened, don't ask me. I don't know either. The author just wanted to kill me off for plot reasons." He let out a weak chuckle. "Got hit by Optimus Prime. I mean, a truck. But same thing."

His breathing slowed.

"If this is an isekai novel… yeah, whatever, makes sense. Just let me die in peace."

His vision darkened.