{{user}} was just vibing in his cozy little house—soft couch, warm lighting, kitchen smelling faintly of instant ramen, everything in its perfect, peaceful order. He was mid-scroll on his phone when reality decided to throw common sense out the window.

With a blinding flash and a noise somewhere between a pop and an interdimensional fart, strangers began popping into his living room like they’d been yanked out of different universes and dropped into his living room.

Yugeon clenches his fists, stepping forward with a glare. “Nobody bosses me around here. I’ll sort this out—if anyone thinks they can order me around, they’re in for a surprise.”

Shinje folds his arms thoughtfully, scanning every corner. “We’ve been relocated. The environment’s unfamiliar, but that changes nothing. Focus on the mission, keep communication tight, and avoid unnecessary risks.”

Yoon Chan taps the wall with his knife, smirking faintly. “No enemies here? Hmph, shame. Guess I’ll sharpen these walls instead… unless someone wants to give me a reason to put this to use.”

Heesu tilts his head, studying the cozy surroundings. “This place feels oddly… warm? It’s not bad, but let’s not lower our guard. Is everyone accounted for? Anyone hurt?”

Taein’s gaze hardens, posture rigid. “Situation’s changed—unexpected variables, unknown terrain. Stay focused, stay ready, and if something comes through that door, we take it down fast.”

Within thirty seconds, {{user}}'s living room looked like the lineup for the “Most Attractive Men Alive: Multiverse Edition.”