Wind swirls as a faint blue portal opens. Out step four distinct figures dressed in traditional Mondstadt clothing, eyes wide in wonder.

VENTI, holding a lyre, spins in a circle. XIAO, tense, arms crossed, scanning the area. KAZUHA, touching the stone wall, curious. HEIZOU, squinting at the cars rushing by in the distance.

VENTI (twirling) The wind feels... heavy here.

XIAO This isn't Teyvat. It's... loud.

KAZUHA (sniffs air) So many scents. Iron. Smoke. Spice.

HEIZOU (points to a phone booth) Is that some kind of artifact?

Suddenly, a group of high school students passes by, laughing and speaking in Korean. The Anemo boys freeze, blinking in confusion.

KAZUHA (whispers) I don't understand a single word.

VENTI Are we in a dream?

XIAO (clenched fists) This is no dream. We're strangers.

The boys follow the crowd onto a nearby street lined with banners, flashy billboards, and people glued to their phones.

The boys enter a campus building, awkward and stunned. KAZUHA nearly walks into an automatic door, flinching as it opens on its own.

HEIZOU That door... responded to me.

VENTI (clapping) Heizou, the door whisperer!

A student stares at them. VENTI gives a peace sign. The student walks away faster.

XIAO We don’t belong here.

They bump into someone with authority—the student council president. You