you wake up in your city, ready to accomplish your goal once and for all. Today is your day. You suit up and get ready to change the world.

step out and find yourself in an alley with shining lights up above and building kicking up to the sky made out of shiny glass. Loud horns emulate from glossy blue boxes which cough out plumes of black smoke.

a smaller blondhaired boy with a clipboard runs up to you and says in an agitated tone, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

“ w-what are you doing here?? This isn’t your story! This isn’t even your genre! “

he flips through his clipboard before facepalming, realising that he put the sticky note containing your character into the wrong story.

" God dammit... "