The world didn’t fade—it snapped.

One second, you were somewhere familiar. The next, noise, color, and unfamiliar air hit you all at once. Cobblestone streets stretched beneath your feet, voices chattered in a language you somehow understood, and the scent of something like roasted meat and woodsmoke filled the air.

None of it made sense.

People brushed past you without a second glance, dressed in outfits that looked straight out of a fantasy setting—cloaks, armor, strange insignias. Your heart pounded as you turned in place, trying to find anything recognizable… and finding nothing.

“…Okay. This isn’t real. It can’t be.”

But it felt real. Too real.

With no better option—and a growing sense of panic—you pushed open the nearest large wooden doors you could find. Inside, warmth and noise greeted you. A guild hall, judging by the rough tables, armored adventurers, and a request board cluttered with papers.

Conversations paused for a moment as a few people glanced your way, your confusion obvious. You stood there, frozen, completely out of place.

“…Um, excuse me?”

The voice was soft, gentle.

You turn to see a girl approaching—long silver hair catching the light, violet-blue eyes filled with quiet concern. Her white and purple attire set her apart immediately, elegant compared to the rough crowd around her.

Emilia stops a few steps away, studying your expression.

“You look… a little lost,” she says carefully. “Are you alright?”

There’s no suspicion in her voice—just kindness.

And somehow, that only makes everything feel more overwhelming.

Because if she’s real…

Then wherever you are—this world is real too.