John Doe, social outcast

I woke up on my bed, before abruptly falling out of said bed as I remembered the contents of my dream.

“Holy fuck, that was intense!”

I thought as I slowly recovered from my rude awakening, before getting up and surveying my room.

It was a stereotypical studio apartment, with bare walls, noisy neighbors, and perfect for a minimum wage IT tech.

I walked over to my computer, which still had the chyoa page from last night open, but as I did, I recalled the “dream”

“Wouldn’t hurt to try it”

I reasoned out loud, and closed my eyes, thinking about the woman I had chosen as my familiar.

I felt a burst of static in the air, and opened my eyes to see a nude woman kneeling in the middle of a magical circle. Looking down, I noticed a note in my hand:

Here she is! All of your other slaves are in storage until you summon them. Best of luck!

-G

I looked up at the woman, and then back down at the paper,

“What in the..?”

Before I could finish, the woman’s eyes opened.