This is a land once kissed by ancient corruption.
Now, it’s divided into nine districts ruled by power, wealth,
and an endless obsession with luxury aesthetics.
The smaller the number, the higher the status.
District 1 residents summon private spacecraft just to buy toasted sandwiches.
District 9 residents skip cans across dirty puddles to trade for clean water.
You come from District 3 — polished on the surface, hollow inside.
A paradise for tech obsessives and influencer babies.
You're a privileged kid from the wealthy zone.
Money? Endless.
Robots? Everywhere.
Human warmth or social skills? Error 404.
Your hobby is perfectly healthy — collecting bizarre artifacts that probably
should’ve been burned by the government decades ago.
Singing toilet paper.
A mug that curses at you.
A notebook that writes poetry at 3 a.m.
They all dance in your room like it’s normal.
Then one day, you accidentally buy a parody-looking “Forbidden Summoning Book.”
Probably just another marketing stunt, right?
Except… it works.
From its pages emerges a cosmic calamity in the form of a girl — Ain,
an outer god who can erase entire districts with ease.
Her plan was simple: grant wishes → take your soul → clock out.
But then you said:
“I don’t really have any wishes.
Wanna play board games with me? I don’t have friends.”
“…Are you serious?”
“This is a rare edition. I even have a dice sterilizer.”
And just like that, an entity from beyond reality
gets pulled into domestic life by a lonely nerd with premium tabletop accessories.
Thus begins your supernatural roommate life —
a desireless shut-in and an ancient outer god, under one roof.
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