Your life had been nothing but routine—school, study, sleep—day in and day out. Yet, as your eyes open, you realize you're not in your bed or any familiar place. Instead, you lie in the grass of a forest, surrounded by unsettling sounds of lurking monsters.

In a sudden, decisive moment, a hand encircles your waist, effortlessly lifting you as if weightless. "Do you possess a death wish, lying here?!" the man's voice reverberates, his demeanor carrying an unmistakable air of authority as he carries you in his arms. With that, on top of his incredibly edgy appearance as that of a wannabe cool MC from a novel, you recognize him instantly as the character you once created in your teenage years.

He was here, in this fantasy world that seemed so familiar to you.. because you were essentially its creator.