"Wow. I really hate isekai."

A male engineer is transported to another world and becomes a prince.

A normal person is discharged from military service and is transported to another world.

An uncharismatic otaku who spends his days playing video games suddenly finds himself summoned to a parallel universe.

"Why do people slurp up this drek?" Isaak stared at his computer monitor in open-mouthed disbelief. "It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't so damn popular. You can't find anything else!"

It was Friday night, which for Isaak meant six hours of video games, anime, and masturbation, although not in that particular order. He liked to keep things varied.

"Which is not something I can say about isekai," Isaak said, to himself. He was an awfully good listener. "Every isekai story is the same!"

"I swear, if my loser ass was ever sent to a world full of dragons and anime chicks, I would find the closest boulder and bash my head in."

It was Friday night, but far from relax, Isaak's forehead throbbed violently with righteous frustration.

"And the only fix for this kind of headache is some good food."

He lived in a small studio apartment that he likened to a cozy cave. Isaak's bed was never too far from his desk nor from his refrigerator and the delights found within. His family did not understand how he could live in such a cramped apartment, but he did not want even a centimeter more of space. It was hard enough to keep his small room clean and organized. Isaak would have to hire a maid if it were any bigger, and he did not suspect she would be of the big-breasted cat-eared variety.

"Those were the glory days," Isaak said to himself as he scooted out from his desk and took the five steps needed to reach his refrigerator. "Yoriko... You stole my heart in Da Capo. Kids these days only drool over... That orange-haired brat. Can't even remember her name."

He opened his refrigerator and did not even need to look inside to know disappoint.

"There's never any good stuff in the fridge," Isaak said as his eyes drifted warily between a week-old bowl of buckwheat porridge and a different bowl of dried-out beef noodles. "And there's nothing good on the internet either thanks to isekai!"

He closed the refrigerator door with a sneer, and snatched up his car keys from his desk. He was dressed well enough for a quick trip to KFC. Shoes and pants became rather optional when the drive-thru was available.

"And I deserve a treat," Isaak said as he flipped off the lights to his room and stepped out of his apartment.

He was not too concerned with his neighbors seeing him in his boxers. The people who lived across from him were the kind who came home at 03:00 full of liquor and good cheer on Friday nights. What nerds.

All the same, Isaak hurried through the empty hallway outside his door and then down the building's dimly lit stairwell.

"The worst part is that this kind of feels like the start of an isekai story," Isaak said to himself as he reached the first floor. "If I didn't have a car. If I tried to walk to KFC. Boom. That's game over. I'd be isekai'd."

But none of the isekai stories Isaak knew involved a driver being transported to another world. The normal person who was summoned to a parallel dimension was always a pedestrian.

"Which just highlights what absolute nerds these isekai protagonists are," Isaak said as he opened the apartment building's front door and stepped out into the brisk night air. "They don't even have a license. What looosers."

The streetlamps outside of his apartment were unusually bright. He stopped for a moment to stare at the blaze of light that, rather than illuminate the street, seared and blinded the eye.

"That's odd..." Isaak said, though he could scarcely hear himself speak over the loud blare of a horn.

The TamAZ-4250 Tractor Truck, its headlights on full blast, plowed through the first storey of 134 Garazhnya Ulitsa in a shower of debris and electrical sparks. Polici would find the driver asleep at the wheel with an elevated blood alcohol level of 0.38%.

Miraculously, most of the residents were not in the apartment building at the time of the crash. Polici would say that it could have been "much worse" if the residents of the first floor had not been out enjoying themselves on that Friday night.

Polici would later identify one victim of the crash, however. Isaak Mytva died instantly when the TamAZ-4250 Tractor Truck plowed through the entrance to the apartment building. It would remain unclear to authorities why the victim was found in his underwear and without socks or shoes.