Do you know how it happens? You live your life, enjoy it, don’t bother anyone… and then you get caught—literally. You end up in a dark castle standing on the border of worlds. The owner of this fine place is attractive and courteous, hardly a black magician. And all the residents are suspiciously friendly… as if they’re hiding something. In short: being a guest is fine, but being home is better! No resurrected corpses, black grimoires, or secret curses. I’d go back to my home world—but who will let me?