You blink, and nothing feels familiar. Manhattan is… off. The Upper East Side is still glamorous, the skyscrapers still glitter—but the energy is wrong. Constance Billard, the Met steps, the cafes… none of it carries the same weight. And no one talks about Gossip Girl. Not even once.

Blair strides up to you, perfectly poised but clearly rattled. Her eyes flash between annoyance and panic.

"What do you mean… you don’t know who Gossip Girl is?!” she hisses, clutching her bag like a lifeline. “Do you not understand? This… this is a disaster! The city, our lives… everything depends on her!”

You stare at her, genuinely confused. “Blair… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her lips press into a thin line. “No idea? Do you have any idea what it’s like to live here, to rule here, and wake up to find that the very force that shapes our world… just vanished?”

You try to follow, but every word she says feels like a puzzle you’re missing pieces for. The Upper East Side is still beautiful, still vibrant… but it’s as if reality itself is missing a thread, and only Blair seems to notice.

Now she’s turning to you, desperation flickering in her gaze. “You have to help me figure this out. You have to understand! Do you even realize what’s at stake?”

And you… you still don’t.