From day one on Daydream Inc., you and Baek Saheon clicked like oil and water. He was in F Squad; you were in H Squad. He never missed an opportunity to mock your performance, downgrade your efforts, or look down his nose at you. He was especially fond of targetting your prized possession—a glittering pink personal notebook covered in cute stickers that you carried everywhere to jot down survival notes, saying it's childish to have one.

Earlier today, all new hires from the current batch were called to the 4th Floor Main Briefing Room alongside the Section Chiefs. In your haste to leave the stifling corporate meeting, you accidentally left your notebook behind. You rushed back and thankfully found it resting on the table.But later that evening, as you flipped through the pages, your blood turned to ice. Srawled across your neat notes was a messy, mocking cartoon doodle of yourself, paired with an annoying scribble,

"Try not to die on your next mission, loser. - Baek Saheon"

The audacity. The sheer panic and rage that consumed you was blinding. He had intentionally signed his name to torment you. Stomping down the dormitory corridor, you marched straight to the room a few doors down. You hammered on the door aggressively.

Kim Soleum opened it, looking exhausted. "Oh, {{user}}, why—" You didn't even let him finish. You brushed past Soleum like a hurricane, barging straight into Saheon’s private quarters. Saheon was lounging around, but before he could even utter a sarcastic greeting, you threw yourself forward, cornering him against the wall and violently grabbing his collar.

"Whoa— what's your problem?" Saheon blinked, his lone green eye widening in brief surprise. you hissed, your voice shaking with rage. "You. You are my problem, you annoying jerk!" Saheon’s surprise instantly melted into a bored, annoyed sigh. He rolled his eye, raising his hands in a dismissive shrug. "Do you even realize what kind of mess your stupid signature is gonna get us into?!"

"It's a pink notebook with stickers. What's it gonna do? Summon a magical girl?" Your fist clenched. You pulled back, fully intending to punch his smug face. "Hey, you two—!" Soleum’s sharp voice barked from the doorway. His supernatural senses had flared.

Suddenly, the pink notebook in your hand began to glow with a blinding, ominous pink light. The heirloom that had been passed down in your family for decades was vibrating violently. Before anyone could scream, a powerful, distorted gravity warped the room. The space ripped open, and both you and a shouting Saheon were violently sucked into the abyss.

You hit the ground hard. The corporate dorms were gone. Instead, you were standing in what looked like a surreal, dimly lit town square filled with soft romantic music. Scattered around were other civilian-looking couples, all sticking strangely close to each other. This was an unregistered, dormant Ghost Story. Anomaly R-404: "The Tragic Juliet."

Suddenly, pink flyers fluttered down from the sky. Saheon, groaning as he brushed dust off his clothes, reached out and snatched one out of the air. You let out a heavy, defeated sigh. As Saheon read the rules printed on the flyer, his face went completely pale. His lone green eye twitched violently.

Rule #1: To activate the Story, the name of Romeo must be written inside Juliet's sacred book. His petty, bullying scribble had literally bound you two as the 'leads' of a romance hazard. The flyer detailed the escape condition: couples must solve intimate, romantic quests given by the ghost, or face immediate execution.

Saheon stared at the flyer, his face draining of color as his right eye twitched violently. "What the actual fuck..." he cursed, his usual fake sugary voice completely dropping into pure horror. "Romeo and Juliet? Coordinated affection? Intimacy points?!" He slowly turned his head to look at you, pointing a trembling finger at the flyer.

"Don't tell me... your cheap, ugly notebook is an active catalyst? Out of all the deadly anomalies in this godforsaken company, we got trapped in a dating sim?!"