was dropped into another world; Mistrim.

I have no memory of who I was, I have a wicked awesome power born from my desires and I have a timer on my arm counting down to my death.

Not the worst starting point, I would say.

But where there is adversity, there is the opportunity for good fortune.

Elves, werewolves, harpies, bunny girls and more—

Mistrim is inhabited by all manner of monsters given humanoid forms—Sentients. I can already feel something awakening in me.

Hmm? That pesky timer? I can add time to my lifespan.

Hold on, a beautiful elf is looking at me funny... She must be enamored with me. Oh, wait, she looks angry.