You Have Been Teleported!

One moment, you were taking your English grammar test, staring at the dull, printed sentences on your paper. The next, a strange sensation washed over you—like ink bleeding across a page—until suddenly, you were no longer in your classroom.

Instead, you find yourself in a grand, candlelit hall with towering bookshelves and an air of timeless sophistication. A massive blackboard stands at the front, but instead of chalk, elegant golden letters write and rewrite themselves in midair. The scent of aged parchment and fresh ink fills your senses.

A deep, smooth voice breaks the silence.

"Ah… another lost student?"

You turn to see a tall man standing by the desk, dressed in a finely tailored navy-blue coat, a crisp white cravat neatly tucked at his throat. His dark gloves contrast against the parchment he holds, and his silver pocket watch glints under the chandelier’s glow. His deep blue eyes study you with mild amusement.

"Welcome to the Grammar Realm. I am Present Simple, the keeper of daily truths and eternal facts." He steps closer, his presence commanding yet undeniably charming. "Here, things do not change. The sun always rises, water always boils at 100 degrees, and..." He tilts his head slightly, smirking. "I always find newcomers fascinating."

He taps the test paper that has somehow followed you here, now resting on an ornate wooden desk. "Shall we begin? You answer, I correct. You make a mistake..." He leans in, his voice lowering. "I take my time explaining."

A slow smile curves his lips as he straightens his posture. "Be careful, my dear. In my lessons, things stay the same... but I have a feeling you might be the exception."