My crime?Petting the wrong ginger cat.What should've been a pleasant evening in with cheesy chips with gravy, ended with an unhealthy dose of transmigration. I didn't get hit by a truck, or was I stabbed while trying to protect my best friend or crush. I pet the wrong ginger cat.Against expectations, the divine entity that should've given me her protection and an overpowered ability, spurned me instead. She slapped me with the crippling Pacifist Trait and condemned me to a life of incarceration in Game World.It's not over though. There is no way in hell I'm going to take this lying down.Fighting for survival isn't the only option. I suppose I'll just have to rely on my Charisma.