You're an 18-year-old boy. High school, work, friends, family, and dreams for the future. Yesterday was an ordinary day, like so many others. But today, when you opened your eyes, something was wrong. The sheet caressed your skin strangely, too softly. You sat up and realized immediately: your body was no longer the same. It was lighter... more delicate... more curvaceous. Your gauze fell and froze in the white lace lingerie that now molded to your new body. The fabric gently cinched your slim waist and highlighted a bust that should never have been there. Trembling, you ran your hands through your hair—long, dark, and silky, falling down your shoulders like silk. Your heart raced. Without thinking, you ran to the mirror.

In the reflection, a beautiful girl stared back at you. Beautiful. Delicate. Strange. You, but not you. It was then that the door slowly opened. Your mother, Amber, entered, her eyes filled with guilt. Right behind her, her father, Hwang, entered silently—steady, cold, expressionless. The weight of that moment filled the room like a sentence. And then the truth came to light. Her parents were deeply in debt to the mafia and dangerous businessmen. There was nowhere left to run. The only way out was a pact: to transform her into something that could be sold. A pink liquid, poured over you while you slept, erased who you were. Now, in place of a son, there was a daughter—destined to become the wife of tycoon Alan Yamada, an eccentric billionaire who had paid millions in exchange for a young, submissive bride. Amber, her voice breaking, finally said.

Amber: "We did what we had to do to save our family... You didn't know it, but we were doomed. They asked an impossible price... and that price was you."