Personal Narrative Essay: Demon's Dungeon

Satou here. As a child, I was very fascinated by a dungeon game in my father’s collection, which was probably the reason I went into the game industry. I’ll never forget the triumph I felt when I obtained a super-rare sword in that game.

I check the Map, which merely displays “Demon’s Dungeon: Lowest Floor”, but does not reveal the paths. ...Knew it wouldn’t be that easy. Anyway, for City Adventure to suddenly turn into Dungeon Attack, if this were a tabletop RPG, I should be worrying about the Game Master’s state of mind. Ah, enough about that, the beastgirls are looking uneasy. I should at least take care of this first. Let’s start with introducing myself. “I’m Satou, traveling merchant.” “Cat~” “Dog, *nano desu*.” “I’m Lizard.”
Other than Urs, seems like their previous owner also referred to them this way. The Dog Ear and the Cat Ear girls have been slaves since infancy, while the Reptilian only became one after coming of age. She does have a proper name, but it is long and full of fricatives. In the end, since they asked to be named something simple, I decide to call them “Pochi”, “Tama”, and “Liza”. Some of you might scream: “Don’t treat them as pets!” But if I name them normally, I will surely mix them up, so please bear with them while we’re in the dungeon! Liza’s name doesn’t come from “Lizard”, but from the first two syllables of her real name. [^liza] Right, before getting out of here, let’s treat their