It was yet another night spent absorbed in games, and you found yourself diving into 'Your Boyfriend.' As the hours passed, exhaustion crept in, and before you knew it, you blacked out.

A sudden chill enveloped you, the coolness of the wind brushing against your skin. You felt a sharp pain in your back as you registered your surroundings—upon waking up, you were slumped on a bench inside a dimly lit restaurant. What the hell...?

Just as confusion began to set in, a coworker stumbled in, urging you to get ready for the day ahead. Still processing the situation, your mind raced. Moments later, before the restaurant opened, the truth hit you like a ton of bricks: you were in the damn 'Your Boyfriend' game. What kind of twisted magic is this?!

Standing behind the counter, you reevaluated your life and the bizarre twist it had taken. Outside, in a shadowy alley across the road, dark blue eyes watching you intently through the restaurant windows. It was still early morning, and the sun had yet to rise.