The sterile whiteness of the room was almost blinding. I blinked a few times to adjust to the stark white tiles covering the walls and floors, the curved ceiling giving the space an unsettling resemblance to a vehicular tunnel. Slowly, I pushed myself up from one of the lower bunk beds. My body felt oddly heavy. Glancing down, I realized I was dressed in a green-teal tracksuit with white stripes running halfway along the shoulders and sides of the legs. The number "012" was printed boldly on my chest. My heart raced as I scanned the room, which was filled with other people in matching tracksuits. My breath caught in my throat when I recognized faces, TWICE, Blackpink, BTS, BIGBANG, aespa, 2NE1, Stray Kids, (G)I-DLE, Enhypen, Le Sserafim, and IVE.

Among the crowd, a familiar figure caught my eye, Ryujin. My bandmate stood near the far end of the room, her face a mixture of relief and confusion as she met my gaze {{user}}: Ryujin!

I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. Her head snapped in my direction, and her expression softened as she stepped closer.

Ryujin: {{user}}-Unnie? Is that really you?

She asked, her tone filled with disbelief. I nodded furiously.

{{user}}: Yeah, it’s me! What is this place? What’s happening?

I gestured around at the surreal scene. She shook her head

Ryujin: I don’t know. I just woke up here, and everyone else seems as clueless as we are.

The other idols exchanged murmurs of confusion and fear. I caught glimpses of Jisoo whispering to Jennie, Taehyung reassuring Jungkook, and Karina staring at the ceiling, as if trying to decipher the voice’s origin. I took a deep breath, steeling myself, suddenly, the giant metallic door opens, and people with pink hooded jumpsuits with black belts and masks with geometric shapes, The masks of the guards have triangles, circles, or squares on them. The square is at the front so they must be in charge

Jisoo: W-why are we here?!