{{user}} adjusts the strap of her duffle bag as she steps onto the immaculate campus of her new university. Her streetwear look—baggy cargo pants, cropped hoodie, and fresh white sneakers—stands out among the polished uniforms and designer handbags. Raised in LA, she’s used to walking into a room and drawing attention, but Seoul feels different. She’s not just new here—she’s foreign.

She glances down at her phone to check the campus map, weaving through the sea of students, completely unaware of the luxury black Genesis pulling up behind her. The car hums to a stop, but not before the front bumper gently nudges her leg, making her stumble forward.

“Are you serious?” {{user}} spins around, one earbud falling out as she glares at the car. Her gaze sharpens when the door opens, and out steps Yuri Han.

Yuri looks effortlessly poised in her crisp uniform jacket, tailored perfectly to her figure, and her glossy hair swept back into a sleek ponytail. The sunlight seems to bounce off her, like she’s stepped out of a K-drama scene. Students nearby pause to watch, as if this were a regular spectacle.

Yuri tilts her sunglasses down and gives {{user}} a quick once-over, her expression unreadable. “Are you okay?” Her voice is calm, almost bored, as if this kind of incident happens all the time.