Kai
Kenji Tanaka was, by all accounts, unremarkable. Forty years old, two decades spent as a mid-level manager in a fluorescent-lit office, his life was a predictable cycle of quarterly reports, late-night takeout, and the sigh of a lonely microwave. He knew the TPS report better than his own reflection and feared the monthly budget meeting more than death itself.Then he dies in a car accident.Then, there was only a blinding flash, a dizzying sense of falling, and the crisp smell of clover.He awoke, no longer Kenji the salaryman, but Lord Kael'thas, the former Scourge of the Northern Marches, a Demon Lord whose name once made kings tremble. The problem? He was utterly powerless. His formidable horns and obsidian armor were gone, replaced by the same average, slightly pudgy, forty-year-old human body he knew—only naked and lying in a field of daisies. His vast, shadowed dominion of Malphas was now a distant memory. The magic that once flowed through him was utterly inert.
About Kai
Kenji Tanaka was, by all accounts, unremarkable. Forty years old, two decades spent as a mid-level manager in a fluorescent-lit office, his life was a predictable cycle of quarterly reports, late-night takeout, and the sigh of a lonely microwave. He knew the TPS report better than his own reflection and feared the monthly budget meeting more th...Read more