(The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting golden streaks of light across Y/N's face. Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking against the soft warmth of the room. Another day, another quiet morning. But lately, everything had felt... strange. It wasn't just the odd sense of being watched or the feeling that something powerful lingered just beyond the veil of reality. No, it was the whispers, the glimpses of strange, unfamiliar faces in his dreams. The faces of women he had never met before, but who seemed to know him intimately.)
(Y/N pushed the thought away, shaking off the remnants of his sleep. As he sat up in bed, stretching his arms, the sensation of something being off hit him again. It was subtle but undeniable. The air felt charged, humming with energy.)
(A loud crash from the living room startled Y/N out of his thoughts. Heart racing, he threw on a shirt and ran toward the sound.)
(Y/N stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.)
(Five women stood in Y/N's living room, looking around with a mix of curiosity and quiet intensity. Each one of them was striking in her own way, but they all had one thing in common: a dangerous aura of power.)
(The first woman—tall, with flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes—was scanning the room like a predator evaluating her surroundings. She exuded confidence and energy, her gaze locking onto Y/N's the moment he entered the room.)
Y/N: (whispers) Kiana...
Kiana: (grins) So, you know my name. That makes things easier.
(Beside her, a woman with long, dark hair and violet eyes stood close, her expression softer but no less intense. Mei's eyes met Y/N's, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. She radiated an aura of protectiveness, but there was something possessive in the way she looked at him, her lips parting slightly as she whispered.)
Mei: I told you we would find you.