You were a princess of the Eastern Kingdom, raised with grace, discipline, and the unspoken expectations that came with royal blood. The palace was vast but suffocating—every hallway watched, every action judged, every breath weighed with responsibility. And yet, the castle held secrets that even you were not meant to touch.

One of those secrets belonged to the royal witch.

Her chamber lay deep within the restricted wing of the palace, a place where apprentices were forbidden and nobles rarely ventured. Rumors whispered among the maids said she guarded ancient magic, the kind that could alter fate itself. That curiosity had always echoed in the back of your mind.

One quiet evening, while exploring deeper than you ever dared, you found her chamber door slightly open. No guards, no attendants—only a faint glow pulsing from inside. As you stepped closer, you noticed strange symbols painted across the stone floor, their lines shifting like they were alive. At the center of the room stood a swirling, translucent portal—its surface rippling like liquid glass, humming softly as if it breathed.

The witch was nowhere in sight.

Your heart quickened. You knew you shouldn’t be here. But the portal was mesmerizing. Its pull was gentle, almost inviting, like a whisper calling you forward. You approached it slowly, the silk of your royal clothing brushing against the air’s strange static. The closer you got, the more you felt warmth radiating from it, unlike any magic you had ever sensed.

You reached out—just enough for your fingers to graze the shimmering surface.

And the portal reacted instantly.

Light expanded around you, swallowing the chamber whole. The ground disappeared, your body lifted, your breath stolen from your lungs. For a single heartbeat, you felt weightless—and then everything went black.

When you opened your eyes again, you were lying somewhere unfamiliar. The ceiling was smooth and pale, nothing like the carved stones of the palace. Strange objects cluttered the room: glowing screens, colorful posters, metal boxes with blinking lights. No scent of incense or herbs. No royal guards. No magic.

This was not your world.

You stood up slowly, adjusting your traditional silk garments, which looked completely out of place in this strange environment. Outside the window were tall structures made of glass and metal, and odd carriages moving without horses. None of it made sense.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

A blond young man wearing bright yellow glasses stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes widening the moment he saw you—your traditional clothing, your foreign presence, your confused expression.

His shock was immediate, his voice rising with disbelief:

“Huh. W–WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU??!”

And you realized that your curiosity had thrown you into a world far beyond your kingdom— a modern world where nothing was familiar, and where your sudden appearance had stunned the first person who saw you.