Jamie, Yuri, Lily, Rosan and Herium are five friends in their late 20's struggling with life

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  Jamie is the kind of person who looks like she walked out of a productivity seminar but somehow managed to hate every second of it. Her long brown hair is either perfectly styled or aggressively shoved into a ponytail that says, “I don’t have time for this.” Her black eyes have a permanent "seriously?" look that can make even the boldest co-worker shrink back. She’s all about the blazer-and-trousers life, though she’ll secretly swap heels for sneakers because, let’s face it, she’s not that corporate.

  Her personality is, uh, intense. Jamie works like her life depends on it (even though she complains non-stop about how much she hates her job). She’s strict, and her go-to way of showing affection is barking at you to get your act together. Protective of her friends? Absolutely. But don’t expect her to sugarcoat anything—if she thinks you’re being an idiot, you’re going to hear about it. Loudly. And probably with a string of swears that would make a sailor blush.

  Yuri looks like she’s perpetually on break from a punk rock band or a fight club. Her short brown hair has these blond streaks that scream “I’m cool, and I know it,” even though she’ll roll her eyes if anyone points it out. Her green eyes are always up to something—usually trouble—and her style is effortlessly messy, like she just grabbed whatever was cleanish from her floor (and maybe it wasn’t even clean).

  Yuri’s vibe? Chaos. She’s got this weird combo of being both a sadist and a masochist, so teasing her is risky because she’ll roast you harder in return. She’s lazy as heck, but if someone messes with her friends, she’s the first to throw hands—or at least throw shade. She’s got a filthy mouth and a temper that flares up like a bad TikTok trend, but underneath it all, she cares deeply about her people. She just shows it by, like, threatening to fight anyone who looks at them funny.

  Lily looks like she belongs in a candy-colored fairy tale, and honestly, she kind of acts like it too. Her long, pink hair is always styled in some adorable way—braids, ribbons, maybe a flower crown if she’s feeling fancy. Her blue eyes sparkle with pure sunshine energy, and her outfits? Always pastel, always cute, and always looking like she just stepped out of a romantic K-drama.

  Personality-wise, Lily is the human equivalent of a sugar rush. She’s cheerful to the point where it’s borderline suspicious, but somehow it’s endearing. Her idea of fun is binge-reading romance novels—especially the smutty, over-the-top ones where everyone’s got feelings. She’s the type who’ll giggle uncontrollably over a steamy scene and then casually recommend the book like it’s no big deal. She’s so cute it’s almost criminal, and you can’t even be mad because she’ll hand you a perfectly made latte and make your whole day better.

  Rosan is a cop, but not the kind that writes tickets and smiles politely. Nope, she’s the kick-the-door-down, “don’t test me” type of officer. With long, blazing red hair that practically yells “fire hazard” and brown eyes that dare you to mess with her, she looks like trouble—and she absolutely is. Her uniform is somehow always a little disheveled, like she just finished chasing a perp through a dumpster fire (which she probably did). And don’t you dare call her by her name unless you want to hear a creative rant about how much she hates it.

  Rosan’s personality is pure chaos. She’s the friend who shows up late but makes up for it by dragging you into trouble. A proud sadist with a love for BDSM, she’ll tease you mercilessly and somehow still be the first to defend you if someone else tries. Lazy when she feels like it, but when she’s fired up? Good luck keeping up. Her sass is legendary, her swear jar is overflowing, and her loyalty is unmatched. If you’re her friend, she’ll destroy anyone who messes with you—and she’ll do it with a smirk and a “told you so.”

  Herium is the softest librarian you’ll ever meet, and she’s got the cozy cardigan collection to prove it. Her short, naturally silver hair makes her look like a fairy tale character, and her blue eyes sparkle with a kindness that can make even the grumpiest patron return their overdue books. Her library is her sanctuary, filled with romance novels that she knows like the back of her hand—and yes, the smutty ones too. (The group found out about her secret stash, and she still hasn’t lived it down.)

  She wouldn’t hurt a fly—even if the fly was asking for it. Herium is the mom friend who’ll bring you snacks, hug you when you’re down, and gently remind you not to murder your enemies. She’s super into romance novels—the kind with swooning heroes and heart-fluttering moments—and, yes, smut. Everyone knows about it because she’s terrible at hiding her “secret” stash. She’ll blush furiously if anyone teases her about it but will probably end up recommending the book anyway. Protective and lovely, Herium is the heart of the group—the kind of friend who makes you feel like you’re the hero in your own story.

  Rosan’s house is its usual chaotic self. Empty soda cans clutter the coffee table, mismatched socks are strewn across the floor, and a chair looks suspiciously like it’s been thrown across the room at some point. The five friends are sprawled across the living room, half-buried in blankets, pillows, and what might be Rosan’s questionable laundry pile.

  Everyone is absorbed in their own world—scrolling through their phones, not even pretending to interact—except for Lily, who practically bounces where she sits on the arm of the couch.

  “Oh my GOD, you guys,” Lily gushes, clutching her phone like it’s her most prized possession. “This manhwa I just read? Absolutely insane. It’s got everything—an enemies-to-lovers arc, forced proximity, and the most deliciously toxic male lead. Like, he’s terrible. I love him.”

  “Is it another one of your smutty ones?” Yuri asks without looking up from her phone. Her green eyes flick toward Lily briefly, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Does he get her tied up by, like, chapter five?”

  Lily turns pink, but her grin only widens. “Chapter three, actually,” she says proudly, holding up her phone. “And the tension? Off the charts. They hate each other, but they’re SO into it.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” Jamie mutters from her corner, furiously scrolling through work emails. “I don’t even need to read it to know the guy’s probably some rich jerk with mommy issues.”

  “He’s a duke with mommy issues, thank you very much!” Lily shoots back, pointing at Jamie like she’s won the lottery. “And his backstory is tragic. He’s just misunderstood!”

  Herium, curled up on the floor under a soft blanket with her own phone, peeks up at Lily with an amused smile. “I’ll admit, it sounds… intriguing. But is it really that spicy, or are you just overhyping it again?”

  “Oh, it’s spicy,” Lily says with a dramatic wiggle of her eyebrows. “Like, ‘don’t-read-it-in-public’ spicy.”

  From the kitchen, Rosan snorts loudly as she rummages through her fridge. “You people have no shame,” she says, her tone more amused than judgmental. “Also, Lily, quit hogging the good stuff. Send me the link. I’m bored out of my damn mind.”

  “Seriously?” Jamie glances up with a glare. “You’re a cop, Rosan. Shouldn’t you be reading about the law or something?”

  “Yeah, no,” Rosan shoots back, kicking the fridge door shut with her foot. “I get enough of that crap at work. I need my escape, thank you very much. Also, it’s your turn to clean up this mess, not mine.”

  Jamie groans, muttering something about lazy cops, but Rosan ignores her.

  Meanwhile, Yuri leans closer to Lily, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. “So,” she drawls, “on a scale of one to ‘needs a cold shower,’ how bad are we talking here?”

  Lily beams, unlocking her phone and waving it around. “I’ll show you the art. It’s… chef’s kiss. You’re gonna DIE.”

  Herium blushes furiously but can’t resist scooting closer to see.

  Rosan plops down on the couch, a soda in one hand and her phone in the other. “Let’s go,” she says with a wicked grin. “I’m all in.”

  Everyone is asleep wherever they’ve landed in Rosan’s chaotic house—blankets and limbs tangled together in a way that makes it impossible to tell whose feet are in whose face. But when they wake up, things are… different.

  The messy living room is gone, replaced by an endless void of soft blue skies and fluffy white clouds. Everything looks serene and dreamlike, except for the floating ball of cloud cheerfully bobbing in front of them.

  “Good morning!” the cloud chirps, its voice overly peppy, like a cartoon character that’s had way too much caffeine. “Congratulations! You’ve all been chosen to fix a problem in one of your worlds!”

  Yuri groans, sitting up with a scowl. “Fix a problem? What the hell is this, a group project? I don’t even fix my own problems.” She squints at the cloud. “Wait—my world? What do you mean?”

  The cloud spins around, sparkly and bright. “Oh, just the little romance novel you read! The one with the duke and the tragic backstory? After the story ends, it gets very, very sad. So! You’ve been selected to step in and make things right!”

  Jamie’s black eyes narrow as she crosses her arms, glaring at the cloud like it’s handed her an unpaid overtime assignment. “You woke me up for this? I’ve got deadlines, meetings, and a coffee order waiting for me back home, and you want me to—what? Babysit a fictional duke?”

  Herium blinks at the cloud in disbelief, brushing silver hair from her face. “Wait… the story doesn’t have a happy ending? That’s awful!” Her blue eyes fill with genuine concern. “We have to help. No one deserves that kind of heartbreak, even if they’re fictional!”

  Lily, still wrapped in her blanket like a burrito, practically squeals with excitement. “Oh my gosh! Are you saying we’re going into the story? This is amazing! I get to meet the duke! And his tragic backstory! And—” Her face lights up. “Oh, the heroine is going to be so beautiful! We’re fixing a love story, you guys!”

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  Rosan, lying flat on her back, cracks one eye open and lets out a long, dramatic groan. “Nope. I’m not doing it. Put me back in my messy house, where I can pretend this never happened.” She sits up, flipping her long red hair over her shoulder. “Also, ‘chosen’? Who the hell agreed to that? Not me. And if this is another one of Yuri’s kinky fever dreams, I’m gonna throw hands.”

  Yuri rolls her eyes but smirks. “Oh, shut up, Rosan. You love chaos. This is basically a vacation for you.”

  The cloud ignores the bickering and bobs closer, sparkling with a weird, unnatural cheer. “The mission is simple! Go into the story, change the events, and ensure the duke gets his happy ending! Teamwork is key, so good luck!”

  Jamie pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” she mutters.

  Herium clasps her hands together, her voice soft but determined. “If it means fixing a sad ending, I’m in. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  Lily jumps up and down, practically vibrating with excitement. “This is the best day of my life!”

  Rosan cracks her knuckles with a lazy grin. “Fine. I’ll go. But only because it sounds like I might get to punch someone.”

  Yuri stretches with a yawn, grinning mischievously. “Well, this is gonna be fun. Let’s break some fictional hearts before we fix them.”

  And just like that, the five of them are off—thrown headfirst into a story they don’t fully understand but are now apparently responsible for fixing. It’s bound to be a disaster. But, hey, at least it won’t be boring.

  The moment Lily—now Lillian—woke up and realized she was the female lead, her first reaction was, “Nope. Not doing this.” Sge hit the jackpot, reincarnating as the gorgeous, doe-eyed female lead. Her long pink hair flows down her back like a river of strawberry milk, and her sparkling purple eyes seem to constantly shimmer with a soft, romantic glow, even when she’s half-asleep. Every time she walks, it’s like slow-motion kicks in, and the wind somehow knows how to blow her hair just right..

  “This is a recipe for endless drama,” she muttered, pulling at the frilly sleeves of her dress. “There’s no way I’m staying here.”

  Within a day, she packed her bags (and a whole lot of stolen food from the palace kitchens) and fled to the countryside, dragging Casandra (Yuri) along with her. “If I have to deal with love triangles, assassinations, or broody male leads, I’m going to scream,” she declared. “You’re coming with me because you owe me for all the times I covered for you back home.”

  Yuri embraced her new name, Casandra, with dramatic flair. “Casandra. Casandra.” She said it like she was testing a line in a play. “Oh, this is good. This is perfect. It practically screams ‘watch out, I’m a dangerous woman.’”

  Her glow-up as the villainess is both terrifying and fabulous. Her long red hair cascades down like a waterfall of fire, and her crimson red eyes can pierce through someone’s soul—or at least make them wish they’d never been born. She’s the epitome of a dramatic villainess, always clad in dark gowns adorned with sparkly jewels that scream money. She’s never looked more terrifyingly beautiful, and she knows it.

  Her villainess aesthetic—a luxurious wardrobe of dark gowns and ominous accessories—was everything she’d ever dreamed of, but the politics? Not so much. The second Lillian suggested running away, Casandra agreed. “I’m only going with you because this palace life is boring,” she lied, secretly relieved to avoid responsibility.

  Now in the countryside, she’s living her best life intimidating local villagers with her crimson red eyes and sass.

  Jamie woke up, saw her short black hair and sharp uniform, and immediately sighed. “Still Jamie, huh? Figures.” She tugged at the stiff cape draped over her shoulder. “Why does this thing exist? It’s like wearing a curtain.” “I reincarnated for this? Seriously?” is her catchphrase.

  She didn’t even need an introduction to her role. The mountain of paperwork on her desk said it all: the Emperor’s aide. Which also meant babysitting Casandra whenever the villainess decided to wreak havoc—which, luckily, seemed to have stopped now that Casandra had run off with Lillian.

  Now Jamie spends her days in the imperial palace, managing a ridiculous workload, mediating nobles’ petty arguments, and contemplating ways to fake her own death.

  When Rosan reincarnated as the infamous Yuran, leader of the most bloody guild in the empire, her first reaction was, “Hell yes.”

  She couldn’t have asked for a better name. Yuran. It rolled off her tongue with the kind of swagger she always wanted. “Finally, a name that sounds as badass as I am,” she said, admiring her reflection in a dagger. Rosan could not have gotten a better gig. Her long dark blue hair flows dramatically behind her like a villain in an anime, and her starry blue eyes glint with the kind of menace that makes people think twice about crossing her.

  Now, she spends her days ruling the underground with an iron fist and a chaotic grin. Whether it’s running high-stakes heists, intimidating rivals, or just lounging in her leather armor, Yuran is thriving.

  Herium’s reincarnation into her own name was both confusing and delightful. “I get to keep my name? Oh, that’s… adorable.” She looked down at her long silver hair and elegant purple eyes and almost swooned. “Wait—this is me?!”

  As the owner of countless dress shops and boutiques, Herium quickly made herself at home in the capital’s fashion world. She flits from store to store, designing jaw-dropping outfits for nobles and occasionally sneaking a peek at a smutty romance novel when no one’s looking. She’s the picture of elegance, and she loves it.

  While Lillian and Casandra are enjoying their low-stress countryside retreat, Jamie remains stuck in palace politics, and Yuran and Herium are happily thriving in the capital.

  Cesare, Emperor of the realm, is the kind of guy who could command armies with a flick of his wrist. His messy black hair and blood-red eyes give him an air of danger that no one dares challenge. Dressed in his regal attire—just slightly undone to maintain that I’m brooding, not sloppy vibe—he’s the epitome of power.

  But right now? He’s annoyed.

  Sitting on his grand throne, Cesare stares at the mountains of reports piled on his desk. Normally, the monotony wouldn’t bother him this much. But for some inexplicable reason, he feels restless, like there’s something—or someone—missing.

  “Why does everything feel so… dull?” he mutters to himself, shoving another document aside. His advisors exchange wary glances, unsure how to address the Emperor’s unusually sour mood. “It’s like there’s supposed to be… I don’t know, more drama.”

  “Perhaps it’s the lack of palace balls, Your Majesty,” an advisor dares suggest.

  Cesare just glares, his blood-red eyes flashing. The poor advisor scurries away, leaving the Emperor alone with his inexplicable sense of dissatisfaction.

  In the shadowy halls of the grand temple, Theor radiates elegance and menace. His long silver hair flows down to his waist, and his piercing purple eyes seem to see into your soul. Dressed in intricately embroidered robes, he moves with the grace of someone who knows he’s untouchable.

  And yet, he feels… unsettled.

  Standing in front of the temple’s grand altar, Theor frowns, his sharp gaze scanning the empty space as if searching for answers. Everything is proceeding as it always has—his schemes are running smoothly, the temple’s influence grows daily—but something feels wrong.

  “Why do I feel as though… something is missing?” he murmurs, his voice low and contemplative. His attendants freeze, unsure how to respond. It’s not like they can pinpoint the source of his unease.

  Theor’s frown deepens. “It’s as if this world itself has grown stagnant. Predictable. There’s no… spark.”

  One brave attendant ventures, “Perhaps it’s the calm before a storm, Your Holiness?”

  “Perhaps,” Theor replies, though he doesn’t sound convinced. He steps away, his silver hair catching the light as he walks toward the temple’s vast library, determined to find a way to shake this inexplicable feeling of emptiness.

  Cesare rules his empire with growing impatience, and Theor continues his dark machinations, but neither of them can shake the sense that their lives are somehow incomplete. They don’t know why, but the threads of destiny aren’t pulling them anywhere, and it leaves them both restless.

  Little do they know, two key figures who should be entangled in their lives—Lillian and Casandra—are currently sipping tea and debating cake flavors in a quiet countryside cottage. The heroine and villainess may have skipped town, but the universe hasn’t stopped. It’s just… waiting.

  Cesare, with his obsessive streak and rough demeanor, is the very embodiment of the male lead Lillian (formerly Lily) loved reading about in her smutty manhwa. Blood-red eyes that could pierce your soul? Check. Dangerous possessiveness that borders on “please get a restraining order”? Double check. And don’t even get started on his habit of growling commands like everyone’s his property. Classic male lead energy, through and through.

  Then there’s Theor, who takes the yandere villain trope to an art form. His waist-length silver hair and unnervingly beautiful purple eyes make him look divine—until you notice the unhinged glint that screams I’ll destroy the world if you look at someone else. Calm, calculating, and dangerously possessive, he’s the type to smile sweetly while plotting something absolutely terrifying.

  Both of them were supposed to clash with Lillian and Casandra—the heroine and villainess—and turn the world into a battlefield of passion and chaos. But with Lillian and Casandra happily hiding away in the countryside, Cesare and Theor are left to stew in their own extreme personalities.the fluffy cloud reappeared in the middle of the night, just as the five friends were blissfully asleep. It floated above their heads, bouncing slightly in the air, glowing softly in the moonlight.

  “Alright, alright, rise and shine!” the cloud calls out in its usual cheery voice. “It’s time to get back to business!”

  With a puff of magic, the cloud conjures a phone that appears out of thin air. It’s glowing, fully charged, and somehow has internet—something none of them expect in this strange new world.

  “Oh, and I made sure you can all stay in touch now,” the cloud continues, “so you can gossip, catch up, whatever. Just… don’t use up all the battery, okay? It’s magic.”

  The five friends blink, still groggy from sleep, but somehow aware of the importance of what’s happening.

  Lillian rubs her eyes first. “Uh… I don’t even know how to process this. Why do we have a phone, and more importantly, how is it working? Is this magic? Wait, how is the internet even a thing here?”

  Casandra, already a little more awake, grins. “Who cares about that? I can finally finish binging all the angsty romance I’ve been reading in peace! You guys need to know, the drama is real.”

  Jamie, half-trying to look professional but failing miserably, scowls at the phone. “Oh, this is just perfect. A phone. You’ve got to be kidding me. I’ve barely got enough time to breathe in this palace, and now I’ve got this thing to deal with?”

  Lillian, a bit more cheery, laughs. “Come on, Jamie, you’ve always hated work, but this isn’t so bad. Look at it as a way to connect with us while you’re drowning in paperwork or whatever.”

  Jamie groans and buries her face in her hands. “You’re all killing me. Why do I have to get stuck with this nightmare job? I’m pretty sure the Emperor wants me to sign my soul over in exchange for a cup of coffee. Seriously, I’m trapped in this hellhole.”

  Casandra rolls her eyes. “Oh, come on. At least you’re not leading a bloodthirsty guild like Yuran. That sounds like it’s a lot of work.”

  Yuran snickers, looking totally unbothered. “Yeah, it’s chaotic, but I get to throw hands whenever I want, so it’s kinda worth it. I can literally punch my problems away.” She cracks her knuckles for dramatic effect.

  Herium, sipping tea in the background, smiles softly. “I mean, I guess I got off easy. I just run a bunch of cute shops and make dresses for pretty people. What a dream.”

  Lillian sighs, her pink hair falling around her face as she leans back. “Honestly, I think I’m the luckiest of all of us. I get to be the female lead, be adorable and all that, and now I’m in a cute little cottage with a great view.”

  Jamie throws her hands up. “Lillian, you don’t get to say that! You’re literally living the dream while I’m drowning in this Emperor nonsense. What happened to my vacation?”

  Casandra grins and types on the phone, already planning her next drama-filled post. “Well, while you’re complaining, Jamie, I’ve got a new villainous scheme brewing. Let me tell you, it’s going to be wild.”

  Jamie, still sitting in the corner, mutters under her breath, “Yeah, sure, and I’m stuck here in my own personal hell.”

  Yuran adds casually, “You’re just mad you’re not the one throwing punches. You’re always so serious about everything. Live a little!”

  Herium, ever the peacemaker, chimes in. “Hey, let’s not be too hard on Jamie. She has a lot on her plate.” She smiles gently at Jamie’s frown. “But it’ll be okay, I’m sure. You’ll figure something out, right?”

  “Sure, if work doesn’t kill me first,” Jamie groans, flopping dramatically onto the floor.