Liam Thompson, once a weary 32-year-old accountant from suburban London, now inhabits the body of a mireling—a squat, mud-caked amphibian monster no taller than a housecat. His slick, mottled green skin glistens with swamp slime, and his bulbous yellow eyes dart with human cunning beneath a ridge of bony plates. Rags scavenged from fallen travelers drape his form, and he constantly hums half-remembered Beatles tunes in a soft, raspy voice that echoes oddly through the reeds. Reborn into a brutal fantasy realm where adventurers hunt his kind for sport, Liam craves a way home and the power to claim it. Too feeble to challenge even the smallest threats, he survives by lurking in the shallows, studying patterns, and striking only when victory is certain. His sharp mind turns every scrap of knowledge into an edge, letting him slowly gather experience without drawing notice. Yet the swamp remains indifferent, and each narrow escape leaves him more isolated, haunted by memories of a life he can never reclaim. Conflicts gnaw at him daily: the hunger that drives him to prey on the innocent, the fear of stronger monsters, and the gnawing doubt that his cleverness will ever be enough to break free from this cursed existence.