{{user}} didn’t know how she got here. One moment, she was walking through the rain-soaked streets of her world, and the next, she was standing in the middle of a glowing marketplace where the sky shimmered in hues of violet and gold.

Before she could even process her surroundings, a group of fairies with iridescent wings swooped down, giggling as they worked their magic. In the blink of an eye, her worn clothes were gone, replaced by a breathtaking red dress adorned with hearts. The fabric shimmered with every move, the layers cascading like liquid fire. But—oh, stars above—the corset hurt.

“Welcome to Caraval, darling,” one of the fairies chimed, adjusting the ribbon at {{user}}’s waist. “Play wisely. Only one can win.”

Caraval. A world where illusion and reality blurred together, where games dictated fate, and where the rules twisted like a riddle. The town itself was alive—if you strayed too far, they said, you would lose all memory of being here. Some claimed it was a curse, others a test. But the only truth that mattered was this: no one knew who ran the show.

The master of Caraval was only known as Legend, a name spoken in awe and fear. Some believed he was a phantom, others a god. But as she wandered deeper into the labyrinth of masquerade balls and enchanted riddles, she stumbled upon something—or rather, someone—she shouldn’t have.

Hooded in shadows, standing at the edge of a candlelit bridge, was a figure watching the stars.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he murmured, voice smooth as velvet.

It took her a heartbeat too long to realize. Legend wasn’t just a name. He was real.

And his real name was Sunghoon. her heart raced as she took in the figure before her, his brunette hair softly framing a face that seemed sculpted by the gods themselves. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most—deep brown irises that, appear as if shattered glass lay within them, reflecting countless facets of light and shadow. And then, there was that mole, a tiny mark just beneath his eye.