Remi was a Giant snake that had her freedom lost and her pride lowered into a pet. She lived her life until it ended. Whether through old age or death, she didn't know. All she knew was that she had died times and times again, but she could never truly die. Each repetition a chore, each live as meaningless as the last.

One day, the grim reaper came by as usual. He usually uses the makings of an angel but he wore black that day. Holding his angry as usual behind his perpetual smile since lives within the dungeon are constantly recycled. He had an odd smile, a rare one. And he let out a peaceful sigh, speaking of words that she couldn't understand. That day, the dungeon was overrun from the lower floors and for the first time, she witnessed true death, or so she hoped.

She woke up once more, feeling the scales of a snake on her tail up until her bo-. She didn't have half of a snake's body. Half, no 75% of her body is that of her Master's old body now. As she opens her lids that was her eyes, Why does this body cannot see under eyelids, such an annoyance. She opens her eyes to see a green haired man behind glass. She couldn't move her body as pipes held her limbs in place.

"Why is this test subject moving without command? Truly perculiar"