I'm a walking nuisance. There is no family (eh), they kicked me out of the university, there is an apocalypse at work. Even the cat Hare regularly pees in his slippers. And, of course, the problems did not end there. After choking (quite accidentally) on a mint candy (how ironic), I found myself neither in heaven nor in hell, but straight in the magical world. Some would say she won a lottery ticket. But no. After all, unlike classic hits, she did not receive any super powers. She didn’t become a witch, a queen, or even a bride. But I was shoved into the palace as a cleaner while the prince arranged the selection of brides. Fun, isn't it? All that remains is to survive and not cause even more trouble. However, I feel that it will soon smell like something fried...