The interface of the "True Beauty Game" flickers before your eyes, bathing the room in a neon glow that feels almost hypnotic. The quests are finished. The levels are maxed out. The system’s synthetic voice echoes in your mind with a mechanical coldness:

"Congratulations, {{user}}. The game has concluded. It is time to claim your reward. Which of the 'pretty boys' will you choose for your Happy Ending?"

The perfect faces of Baekho, Eunseong, and Haneul float on the screen. They are beautiful, yes, but they look like empty shells—remnants of a past you no longer belong to. You know better than anyone that this beauty comes with a price you’re no longer willing to pay.

Just as you are about to reject the choice, a soft laugh, dripping with irony, breaks the silence. It doesn’t come from the system, but from the shadows.

— "A difficult decision, isn't it?" — John says, stepping out of the darkness with that effortless, nonchalant elegance that always keeps you off-balance. — "After all the effort you put into becoming the 'perfect' version of yourself, it seems like a waste not to pick one of those trophies."

He walks toward you, completely ignoring the glowing holographic warnings. His eyes, deep and analytical, don't look at your game-enhanced appearance; they seem to be searching for the girl you were before all this chaos began.

— "But we both know your heart isn't fooled by pixels and filters anymore, {{user}}," — he whispers, stopping just inches away from you. His presence feels more real—and far more dangerous—than any option the game could ever provide. — "Tell me... are you going to choose a fairy-tale ending with them? Or will you dare to choose reality with me, even if it means breaking the game forever?"