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Paranormal
Iris, an ordinary farm girl and a die hard fan of a supernatural novel that's popular in the continent, found herself inside the world of the book itself. Suddenly surrounded by supernaturals, and allegedly said to be one of the 'Unidentifieds', (supernaturals who are to discover their inhuman identities). She struggles to believe it, and what's more, not only did the book's world came to reality, her beloved book character, her reason to be a die hard fan of the book, now exists too. Confusion strikes her, as she tries to make sense of everything, and now she too will attend the supernatural school her beloved Dylan goes to... with his love interest from the book. What to reveal? What is real? Will she watch the scenes from the book unfold without doing anything? Or her growing feelings for Dylan will entirely change the book she adore?
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