"I could walk away... but where's the fun in that?"
(Y/N) was pretty sure she hadn't been hit by Truck-kun. No dramatic isekai moment, no ominous white room-just went to sleep in her bed and woke up in a gilded mansion with a weird, glowy bracelet stuck on her wrist. Cool. Normal Tuesday.
Oh, and bam-now she's trapped in a world where K-pop idols hunt demons (and also, apparently, are demons).
"Well, at least I'm rich now," she mused, running a hand over the velvet drapes of her new (unwanted) palace.
The problem? She didn't sign up for this.
The bigger problem? The demons are ridiculously hot (fight me).
The biggest problem? She might've accidentally... kinda... sorta... wanted to help them?
"Mamma mia."
A slow grin spread across her face as she eyed the chaos outside her window-hunters chasing shadows, demons smirking from rooftops, and a certain mysterious old woman's words echoing in her mind.
"You know what? Screw the plot. Let the games begin."