Kaito Nakamura sat at his desk, his dorm room illuminated by the faint glow of his computer screen. It was another late night, filled with homework and mindless scrolling through social media. The same routine he'd followed for months, maybe even years. Life had become monotonous, a cycle of classes, part-time jobs, and gaming. Nothing exciting ever happened to him-no adventures, no surprises. Kaito sighed, running a hand through his messy black hair. His textbooks were open, but his mind was elsewhere. The day had been long and uneventful, like so many before it. He'd skipped lunch to finish an assignment, and his stomach growled in protest, reminding him he hadn't eaten dinner either. But instead of heading to the kitchen, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, hoping for a moment of peace. Sleep was already tugging at the edges of his consciousness when something strange happened. The usual hum of his computer, the distant sounds of traffic outside his window, even the muffled voices from the hall-all faded away. The silence was eerie, unnatural. Kaito's eyes shot open, and his breath caught in his throat. His dorm room was gone................