Thousands of chosen ones and I, Anton, are one of them. They threw my fifteen-year-old carcass into God knows where with a small bun, saying that you can die there, but to return home - you have to try. Under strange circumstances, I met a pack that began to take care of me and that suited me quite well! But bad luck, do you want to survive? - fight, and don’t rely on others. You have to adapt when other chosen ones have already passed this stage. What are my plans? Survive first.