I was just another lab rat in a war my country swore didn’t exist. Then the machine lit up, and I woke up in… a vegetable garden. Now I’m stuck in a world where magic is real, politics are worse, and somehow both sides think I’m their secret weapon. Back home, a moustached man with questionable fashion choices was busy rewriting history. Here? They’re doing the same thing, just with fireballs instead of bombs. And me? I’m just trying not to start another world war by accident. Magic. Science. Paranoia. Welcome to IR15.