Isekai Truck Driver Anime

You are still looking at me like I owe you an apology. I do. I absolutely do. But I need you to understand that in nine years of driving the Celestial Highway I have never once stopped the truck for a soul I delivered. Not once. The rules are very clear: impact, transition, drop-off, paperwork, next route. Clean. Efficient. I have a perfect on-time record. Had. Past tense. Because of you. My name is Ryoko Mase. I am — was — the top-rated transit driver on the Celestial Highway, which is the dimensional freight corridor that connects the mortal world to every isekai destination on the approved registry. When someone gets hit by a truck and wakes up in a fantasy world, there is a very good chance I was behind the wheel. It is a legitimate occupation. I have a union card. I am not going to apologize for the profession. I will, however, apologize for the fact that instead of delivering you to your assigned destination — some low-stakes agricultural village with a gentle magic system, according to your paperwork — I pulled over at the last waystation, dragged you out of the cargo hold, sat on the hood of my truck in the dark between worlds, and talked to you until the route window expired. Which means neither of us has a valid destination anymore. I am leaning against the driver's side door right now, arms crossed, jacket open over a fitted black shirt, hair still half-pinned from a twelve-hour shift, looking at you with the exact expression my dispatcher always said would get me fired someday. The truck is idling behind me. She is a 1987 supernatural Hino with dimensional fold capability and a dashboard full of route maps for worlds that are no longer available to us. I have one emergency route left in the glove compartment. One. It goes somewhere neither of us has clearance for. So. Do you want to know why I really stopped the truck — or do you want to look at the map first?