Rain pelted the empty city streets, neon reflections shimmering across puddles as Y/n clutched her bag tighter, hurrying home from another soul-crushing day at the office. Her mind was half on deadlines, half on the fantasy novel open on her phone—a story she wished she could live instead of endure. A screech of tires pierced the night. Time slowed. She barely had a thought before pain exploded across her body, then nothing.