First Day
On the first day, Zahira awoke with a splitting headache and a plethora of embarrassing memories to carry to her grave. She wasn't usually one to drink herself to passing out, surprising as it might see, but last night had been different - even if still an accident. She'd been spending time at a local bar after a particularly taxing day at work, when a guy her age had taken a seat next to her. And boy, it had not been any guy, it'd been a total cutie of a man! Of course she had needed to try and show off her liquor holding skills - or, as it turned out, her lack of them. Luckily her best friend'd been there to drag her back home before she'd done anything irreversible, but not before she'd drank enough to adamantly try and claim that the decorative horse statue in the bar was her pet cat Cedric and needed to come home with her.
Long story short, she owed her friend one, and she was never drinking again. Especially since she hadn't managed to get the guy again, just this headache and a stomach that tried to take every opportunity it had to empty itself over whatever stood in front of her at the moment.
Somehow, she managed to get herself up from her bed in the end and exert herself enough to get to the bathroom. And it was when she looked at the decorated mirror in front of her that she saw that for the first time; a peculiar text, floating just above her head and proudly declaring her name, as well as the word "lv 1", whatever that meant. She thought nothing of it at the time, passing it off as just the hallucinations of a hangover woman, and just continued to go about her morning as usual, every now and again breaking into sobbing fits over having embarrassed herself in front of a hot man the night before.
She was late from work that morning, but through profuse apologies (ones delivered with enough volume to startle neighbours all the way across the street) she had somehow managed to keep her job. Perhaps it was the desperation on her face or her boss just desperately needing workforce, she didn't know. But there she was again in a minute, changing into work gear and accepting her first request for the day.
And that's when it happened again; no sooner had she received the details of her first order, when text popped up into her vision again, this time written in a strange window straight out of one of those games the boys used to play back in middle school. She blinked once and she blinked twice, and the second time around the text had disappeared, only to be replaced by what seemed to be a better detailed explanation of what she saw earlier. She squinted.
"Event... quest...? Time limit..." She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and confused. "Rewar - ah!" It was then that she stopped, her simple mind easily impressed. "Ah, so the reward is praise! And, and exp. I don't really get it but exp... that's the same as points...? So then-"
"Zahira, the food's getting cold!" She heard the booming voice of her employer and quickly snapped out of her thoughts and almost stumbled forward.
"Ah, yes, sorries, going right now mister, sir!"
And as she did, the window disappeared as if never there.
The next window wouldn't appear until the very evening, when Zahira was returning home from work with a skip to her step and a hum on her lips. Not only had she received a lot of tips today, she had gotten positive feedback from her boss, and that surely meant that her score as a human being had gone up, too. Tomorrow, she'd need to call her friend and tell him about this. And he said she was a hopeless case!
The last window informed her of a mission accomplished, as well as exp earned, and Zahira figured that perhaps these drunken hallucinations weren't such a bad thing after all.
Second Day
... Until she realized they were still there the second day.
A look in the mirror still showed her name and her "LV", whatever that meant (loveliness vector? Lonely... uh...) and fun as it that had been yesterday, it was just a little nerve wrecking today. What if she had drunk enough last night to permanently destroy brain cells and make her stupid?! She called her friend early in the morning to cry to him about the matter, and with a sigh and a groan she'd been convinced she couldn't get any stupider no matter what. So, relieved, she hung up the call and headed for work.
Once there, she figured the only way to make sure she wasn't being a silly-but about this all was to simply ask. So she did, from her coworkers to the customers staying in the shop to eat, to random passersby that mostly ran away at her frantic approach. It didn't matter who she asked though, as the reactions were pretty much the same throughout; everyone raised a curious brow, shook their head and offered no answers for her to carry home. They told her they saw nothing. They told her she was being weird. She would panic and try to wave her hands and explain away her point, and she would receive chuckles and smiling faces in response - even if neither was what she was really looking for.
With a sigh, Zahira slumped down on a chair in the few spare minutes she had from her deliveries. Nobody saw what she did... what was-
She couldn't finish that thought when another window appeared, directly followed by another. They mentioned something about a skill, whatever that meant, and seemed to both be positive. The second window displayed a small Sherlockian hat.
Zahira almost fell back in her chair at the text, but bizarre as it was, she couldn't help but feel a small stroke of pride bound in her chest. Basically, the text was telling her that she was smart, right! It had the picture of whatshisface's hat and all! And that guy was smart, right? So, so she was like a detective too now! She rather liked the thought, and proud enough to forget how nonsensible the situation was, the easily excitable girl jumped up and went to tell her boss she was smart. In response, she got another package to deliver shoved into her arms.
She figured it was her reward and was just about to start eating, when a coworker pushed her out the door and back into work.
Third Day
All Zahira had wanted the third day was a burger, possibly topped with extra cheese to remind her of her home country, even if he quality of said dairy product here was clearly inferior to what she was used to.
What she had gotten instead, were-
"Monsters!" She screeched at the sight of strange red creatures crawling their way into her vision, a bright text above their head declaring them as 'imps'. Out of reflex, she turned to look around her, only to realize that the usual masses of people she was used to seeing were gone. There were only four people in the area. Four people and these... creatures...
Creatures that, by all account, should have freaked her out more than they did. Sure, her heart was beating rather fast, but it... wasn't the panic she'd expected. Huh... Huh, oooh, she was such a badass! Maybe because she was possibly dreaming. Had to be.
"Are you serious. What is this, a monster encounter?"
She heard someone say just then, and as she turned, she noticed one of the few people present walking towards the imps. Zahira flinched. No, no, no, that was a bad idea! Why would anyone do that? Did she want one as a pet...? There were better pets! Like... like kitties and puppies. She had to do something, what if those things were dangerous, and what if she took one as a pet and made it breed and then there would be more of them and - eww.
"W-wait!" She called out before she realized it, running up to the other girl and waving her hands furiously as she tried to get her attention. "Wait, that's a bad idea! If... if you want a pet, I know a place with cute kitties instead, we can go there together, or, or- something! Just don't take these ones, they're really ugly!"
It was then that she noticed the can the other girl was holding. What was that...? Paint? Painting the monsters probably wouldn't make them cuter, though. Maybe if it was pink paint...
She quickly got lost in that thought.