I hated mornings. Or days. Or life in general. My name is Lee Ra, and at twenty-eight, I'd mastered scrolling through social media while half-asleep, microwaving instant noodles at 2 AM, and pretending I had my act together. News flash: I didn't.
My apartment was a shrine to take-out boxes and tangled chargers. My bank account was a shrine to… well, nothing. And my love life? Nonexistent. If life were an MMORPG, I'd be stuck at "Noob Village" with zero quests and no XP.
That godforsaken night, I lay in my crumbling flat, staring at the peeling ceiling, and whispered my half-hearted joke-prayer:
"God, universe, magic fairy—whatever's out there—just give me a break. I want a life where I don't have to worry about bills or people breathing down my neck or accidentally insulting my boss in an email. If I could wake up rich, hot, and powerful… I'd even kiss a frog—or a douchebag—if I had to."
I slammed my phone face-first into the pillow. The silence that followed was so complete I could hear my own pulse. Perfect. No alarms, no deadlines, no calls from my mother.
Three seconds later, everything went black.
At first, I panicked. But then the dark felt… cozy. Like sinking into the world's softest mattress. I thought, Cool. This is a nap.
And then—
KABOOM!
My skull felt like someone strapped a rocket to it. My last thought was: "If this is a joke, it's not funny."
Then nothing.
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Cliffhanger: When the blackness fades, Lee Ra's next breath won't be in her messy apartment—and her "wish" might just have been granted… in the strangest way imaginable.