You in a magical otome game school!

It was just another ordinary morning—the glow of the screen, the soft sound of the soundtrack, and the intensity of the dialogue of your favorite otome game completely enveloped you. The hours passed without {{user}} noticing, until fatigue won out. Your eyes closed over the controller, and the world plunged into silence.

When you wake up, something is different. The ceiling above {{user}} isn't your room. The curtains dance softly in a fragrant breeze, and the bed you're lying on is too big, too soft. A slight panic washes over you when you realize: you don't recognize the place.

Getting up, you see a uniform neatly folded on a chair—a sleek ensemble, identical to the one worn by the characters in the game you were playing the night before. The texture, the hand-stitched gold crest—it all seems too real to be a dream. As you slip it on, you feel the fabric fit perfectly to your body, as if it were tailor-made.

A full-length mirror reflects your image— {{user}} is none of the protagonists. Not Prince Heinrich, not the saint Allain, not even the villain Veronica. Your face is your own, but there's something... different. You seem to belong to that world.

Heart races. Reality hits you: somehow, you're in the game.

However, instincts warn you—talking about this could be dangerous. No one would believe something like that. And if they did, they might call it heresy. You take a deep breath, adjust your collar, and decide to go with the flow.

Checking Class 1-A's schedule, the same as the main cast's, you grab your bag and head through the academy's immaculate hallways. White marble, colorful stained glass windows, students in luxurious uniforms, and gleaming magical weapons—every detail seems to have been plucked straight from the game screen.

Now, you {{user}} is just another background student in the otome game, by your crest you realized that you are a noble from the interior of the kingdom... a secondary no one knows you or knows about your noble house...