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1🍃 - Main Scenario #1 (1)

"........," 

The Dokkaebi hovered in the air, its fluffy form bathed in an unsettling blue glow.

Its wide, toothy grin stretched across its face as it surveyed the panicked passengers like a chef eyeing a buffet.

"[In Korean: Well, well, well,]" the creature boomed, its voice echoing like laughter in an empty manor. "[Look at all these delightful snacks- I mean, Incarnations! This is going to be a blast... for me!]"

A collective groan rippled through the car.

"[Seriously?]" a businessman in a rumpled suit hollered, his voice dripping with annoyance. "[Filming in the middle of rush hour? You guys have no respect for working people!]"

"[Yeah, get a life!]" a teenager chimed in, eyes glued to his phone, barely looking up.

"[This better not mess up my bingo night!]" an older woman muttered, clutching her purse protectively.

[Your Name], however, felt a cold dread settle in his stomach.

His gaze darted nervously between the Dokkaebi and his phone screen, where the prologue of the "Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint" webtoon stared back at him.

The panels felt eerily real now, mirroring the scene unfolding before him.

But this couldn't be real, could it? It had to be some prank, a viral marketing stunt gone horribly wrong.

The Dokkaebi's grin faltered.

A flicker of annoyance crossed its previously jovial expression.

"[Snacks... are you all deaf as well as disrespectful? This is a Scenario!]"

With a raised paw, the Dokkaebi unleashed a sickly yellow blast.

A piercing shriek filled the air as the businessman crumpled to the floor, a gaping hole in his chest.

Another scream followed, then another, as the Dokkaebi flexed its power.

Panic morphed into a raw, primal terror.

Suddenly, a woman standing next to [Your Name] let out a strangled gasp. "우리 죽을 거예!: We're going to die!"

[Your Name]'s blood ran cold.

Korean.

They were definitely speaking Korean.

This was no prank.

A strange feeling bubbled up amidst the fear.

Excitement.

This couldn't be happening, right? He was actually in the world of "Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint!"

Maybe, just maybe, he could see Dokja.

See him fight, strategize, be his glorious, trenchcoat-wearing self.

'KYAAAA-... Okay, that was uncalled for, maybe fangirling can wait. Panic first!'

He sank back into his seat, his mind reeling.

Glancing down at Claws, peeking nervously out of his backpack, a single thought pulsed through his brain:

'Dokja... where the hell are you... MY HUBBY!?'

The Dokkaebi hovered mid-air, its fluffy form shuddering.

A low groan escaped its throat, and it facepalmed.

"[Ugh, rookie mistake! Always gotta get carried away!]" it boomed in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. "[Look, the point is, you're all Incarnations now! Big words, I know, but basically, you gotta play along in this little scenario I cooked up. Winner gets... well, let's just say it'll be very rewarding. Now, any questions before I, uh, accidentally erase someone else who doesn't get the memo?]"