Meljin, the god of a different universe had found the ideal candidate. He looked down on someone unhappy with his life situation. Someone who might be reluctant about the drastic change at first, but would be far better off and grateful in the end to be placed in another world. Someone with just the right fetishes, who had not yet discovered them yet. An innocent soul who Meljin could watch slowly discover new things about himself, either willingly or reluctantly.
Alex was sweeping up the broken glass and spilled beer from the floor in the narrow corner store. Some drunkerds had started smashing things up, seemingly for fun a couple minutes ago. When Alex had yelled at them, they'd just run laughing. Minimum wage was not worth this shit job. A tight corner store in the middle of a shitty part of town. Alex bet his boss would try to take the cost of the broken beer out on his wages again. It wasn't like Alex had a union or anything to go to.
He cursed as blood dripped from his finger. Picking up broken glass with his bare hands maybe wasn't that smart. An impatient customer began yelling at him to man the counter already. It was super late and Alex had been working too many shifts lately. He just wanted to go home and sleep. Maybe he'd have time to catch an episode of an anime or something to unwind a bit before going to bed.
“What kind of service is this?” the impatient lady demanded. “Lazy workers like you should be fired.” Alex came round the corner of the desk and stopped at the sight of the registry. It was empty. The realization of what had happened hit him with a cold dread that ran numbly through his limbs. He'd been robbed. Those damn drunkerds had broken bottles in the back so he'd had to go clean up, only to then return and empty the unattended registry. His boss was going to put all the blame on him again. Alex just knew it. The woman was still yelling at him. Alex silently took the order. She just got more abusive as he tried explaining that he didn't have any change for her purchase.
Closing up the store an hour later, Alex dragged his feet back towards his shitty apartment. Fresh out of collage with massive student debt and no job prospects. He didn't know what he'd do. He barely made enough to pay for basic needs and his five by seven foot apartment. He had the opening shift at the corner store tomorrow morning too.
Not being close to anyone in his family, Alex didn't really have anything to fall back on when things went wrong. If he couldn't make ends meat, he'd end up on the streets. He came around the corner on his way to the subway station when he saw them. The same hooligans who'd smashed up the shop and stolen the money.
“Hay!” Alex ran at them. “Give back what you stole!” The drunkerds laughed, right up until Alex punched one of them. It was a stupid thing to do. They were three and he was one. He'd just been so frustrated. Their retaliation came hard. One of them hit him in the head with a beer bottle. You'd think from watching movies that the bottle should break, but it didn't. It just whacked him hard in the head like a club, drawing blood and making Alex's eyes blur. And the blows kept coming. Alex curled up in a puddle on the street, covering himself as best he could.
They began kicking him. Gripped with fear that they wouldn't stop, Alex scrambled and made a run for it. Behind him he heard one of the guys yell, “Get him!” Instinctually, Alex ran along his home rout, which happened to be down into the subway station. The gang followed him, laughing and shouting after him like hounds chasing a fox for sport.
Alex had hoped for a train just getting ready to leave that he could leap into and escape. No such luck. The station was empty. He heard the sound of a train, though he didn't know if it was arriving or had just left. The gang was right behind him. Alex turned to face them to put up a valiant fight, but the knock to his head earlier still had him off balance. Turning so abruptly made the world spin. He staggered and tripped backwards. The drunkards yelled in alarm at seeing him fall back into the train track. Everything hurt. Alex lay on the tracks, aching as the roar of the train grew louder. He had just enough time to turn his head and see the headlights barreling down at him.
That is when the foreign god intervened. To everyone on Earth, that was the end of Alex. The drunkerds ran off and drank until the events of that night were lost to their blackout. The police labeled it an accident. The shop owner hired someone new. Alex's family was kind of saddened about the news, but didn't make much of it and soon moved on with their lives. The world continued. And Alex awoke in a new body, in a new world. To start his brand new life in an Isekai fantasy world. A world where sex was a central theme to either society, monsters and/or magic. At least where Alex was concerned. This was a place where Alex could reinvent himself. Give himself a new name and identity.