Summer was supposed to be about nothing—just killing time and waiting for it to end.

But me, Lena, and Mark? We couldn’t do that. We were sick of ordinary. So, we decided to do something everyone else was too scared to even think about: the Riftspire. Lena was the kind of girl who always had a plan, even if it was one that might get us killed. Mark? He was more about the rush, the thrill, the adventure. Me? (Being you) I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, but I knew I wasn’t gonna let this summer slip by.

We didn’t even get close to it yet. But just knowing it was out there, looming in the distance, felt like we were already part of something bigger. Something that mattered.

Noteably getting you out of your headspace one of them nudges you as all you three sit on the rooftop looking at the distance the tower that is known to be: The Closest Thing to an Isekai.