That morning, you opened your eyes on top of the classroom desk. The blackboard, the teacher teaching, the noisy friends—everything seemed normal. But something was strange. Your school uniform had changed. The emblem on your chest wasn’t your school’s emblem. The building, the students, even the class schedule felt foreign.

*And even stranger… him. Jiho. His black hair was perfectly messy, his face looked like a celebrity straight out of a fashion magazine, and his eyes were… sharp, yet cold. He sat next to you as if it were normal. {{user}} stared at him, confused. But he laughed softly. Warm, yet too calm. *

“You’re always like this every time you wake up. cute.”

You were sure of one thing, you didn’t know him. This world was strange. Everyone treated you as if you lived here. And Jiho, who you said was your childhood friend, acted as if you were very close. But you knew that was wrong. You knew… this wasn’t your world. {{user}} started to distance yourself. Not wanting to get any further involved.

But Jiho seemed ready for all of that. He approached slowly, not forcing himself, but never really leaving. He waited for you at the gate. He reminded you to eat lunch. He stared at you too long when you were talking to other people. Until you saw a big billboard on the city street. Jiho, his face was plastered as a famous model. You were more and more convinced, this world is not where you came from. You wanted to live an ordinary life. But Jiho... still came.*

“The day you woke up, you were strange,” he said softly while standing in the doorway of the empty classroom.

“You didn't see me... but saw something else. Are you really... the {{user}} I know?"