Alright, picture this: Terica Monroe-your average AP Korean student, bored out of her mind in some bland high school classroom-gets yanked right outta her seat. Bam. Next thing she knows, she's not staring at her teacher's PowerPoint slides, she's smack in the middle of Myeongdong, except it's like Myeongdong cranked up to eleven. Everything's glowing, screaming neon, blaring music, the whole nine yards. Honestly, it's like someone took Seoul and put it on steroids.
She's totally thrown. One minute, she's zoning out in class, maybe doodling in her notebook, and now she's in this city that looks familiar but also totally bonkers. The air's practically buzzing, people everywhere, and even stuff she recognizes-like a Galaxy Dream K-pop poster-looks weirdly... off. Like, comforting but also kinda trippy? She starts wondering if this is all in her head. Like, did she just have a seizure or something? Is her epilepsy playing tricks on her again?
Anxiety's crawling up her spine, but she keeps moving, 'cause standing still feels like the worst idea. Every step just throws her deeper into the chaos-honestly, it's a lot. Then, boom: splitting headache, her vision goes all wobbly, and she's hit with the realization that this isn't just a wild dream. Nope, this is some next-level, possibly-life-threatening situation. No teachers, no parents, zero escape route. Just Terica, this jacked-up Seoul, and the desperate hope she can figure out how to get the hell home.