I, Kim Ha-Eun was just a regular office worker from Seoul, South Korea.
Until something devastating had happened in my life, that led me to take my own life.
The system had bugged out and I wasn't supposed to be there. There, I had found out about the truth of our reality.
After I had taken my life, at first, it was just a stutter—letters warping, numbers scrambling into symbols that shouldn't exist. Then the menus began overlapping, error codes spilling across his vision like a flood of broken glass.
> [ERROR_451: Invalid World Line]
[SYSTEM HANDSHAKE FAILED]
[Re-routing... Re-routing...]
My body was convulsed, though nothing physical touched me. The air buzzed like static, every nerve screaming as if I was were rewritten. The world around me fragmented—walls collapsing into lines of code, colors tearing apart like corrupted pixels.
A new window forced itself open, its text shaking violently.
> [Transfer Sequence: ABORTED]
[Destination: UNKNOWN]
[WARNING: Unauthorized Migration in Progress...]
I tried to scream as loud as I could, but my voice lagged—echoing half a second late, like bad audio in a corrupted file.
Then the ground dropped. Not literally—the world itself was deleted beneath my feet, swallowed by cascading lines of red error text.
There was no tunnel of light, no divine voice. Only the sensation of falling between systems, as if reality itself had thrown me into the recycle bin.
When the static cleared, I was standing under a foreign sky. Strange glyphs flickered at the edges of my vision, the remnants of a broken system desperately trying to reinitialize.
And then—silence.
I wasn't been summoned.
I was misplaced.