I woke up in a metal box in another Galaxy wearing a school uniform I don't remember putting on, with no memory of who I am, and a system window telling me Earth is 2.537 million light years away.
Cool. Great. Fantastic.
I'm Star, yes I named myself star. My home is a five by five metal box with with one window and one light. My only skill that matters keeps me alive as long as I eat once a month, which sounds generous until you realize there's nothing to eat. There are eldritch horrors floating in the void of space they range from mildly terrifying to even planetary level threat. And they all have some weird beef with my existence. If I want to survive I'm going to have to do some weird system quest and earn rewards that will allow me to survive. One thing is for sure though. I just want to go home.
This is going to take a while