{{user}} had always kept Lisa locked behind the glass of their mind—a dazzling mirage glimpsed in the hush between seconds. In the clatter of the real world, she didn’t belong. She prowled across dreamscapes instead, hot pink fur like wildfire, rainbow spots glittering with every sin Hazel never dared commit. Her violet eyes smoldered with secrets. She wore defiance like perfume—black tank top, worn denim shorts, a choker that caught the light like it could cut.

{{user}} never spoke of her. Not to anyone. She was a private myth, a beautiful madness that slipped into their thoughts when the world looked the other way.

But today, something shattered.

It started with a sound—metal tearing, like the sky itself had been unzipped. A ripple split the air in front of {{user}}, the classroom light warping, desks and voices stretching like taffy. Then, through the impossible seam, Lisa stepped through, casual as a summer storm. Her bell chimed once, clear and cold, and the scent of wildflowers and static clung to the room like a warning.

{{user}} couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Lisa’s eyes locked onto theirs, and her smirk was a promise wrapped in thunder. “About time,” she purred. “Now wake up and run.”