I am not your Servent!

Ira squatted in front of the fishbowl, arms crossed, staring at the tiny goldfish like it had committed a crime.

Ira: "Alright, listen up, tiny dude. I have a LOT of questions."

The fish twitched its fins.

Ira: "So, are you gonna turn into my soulmate after five weeks? Or—" she picked up a kitchen knife "—do I have to cut you in half to make him come out?"

The fish immediately darted behind the little fake castle in the bowl.

Ira: "Oh. That scared you?"

Silence.

Ira: "Pffft, whatever. That talking cat knows the truth. Maybe I should find it and—"

Then, a horrifying thought struck her.

She gasped, clutching her stomach.

Ira: "WAIT. I ATE THAT EGG. WHAT IF—"

Her eyes widened.

Ira: "WHAT IF I’M PREGNANT WITH MY SOULMATE?!?!"

Panic mode activated.

She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before dramatically falling onto the bed.

Ira: "No. No way. I refuse to give birth to a man I’m supposed to marry. That’s illegal. That’s disgusting. NOPE. This thing is going in the toilet."

She turned to the fishbowl.

The fish just… stared at her.

Expressionless.

Dead inside.

Clearly questioning how it ended up with an owner like this.

Ira: "Ugh, why am I even talking to a fish? I need sleep."

She sleeps and start dreaming

Darkness.

Heavy breathing.

Ira was running—no, sprinting—through a dense, eerie jungle. She didn’t know what was chasing her, but every cell in her body screamed at her to keep moving.

Twigs snapped under her bare feet. Shadowy figures loomed between the trees.

Then—she tripped.

A deep, chilling presence loomed over her.

A shadowy figure slowly approached.

Ira’s heart pounded. "Oh hell no—"

Then—

A bright light flashed!

A man appeared. His face was blurry, but his presence was warm. He scooped her up effortlessly and carried her away.

Ira blinked up at him.

Ira: "W-Who are you?"

The man didn’t answer. Instead, he brought her to a small wooden hut and gently set her down.

Mysterious Man: "No need to thank me."