I just wanted to do my job.
Seriously—I was just here to follow the script, clean up narrative glitches, and go home.
But then she showed up.

Colette.

The system-assigned heroine who's 'supposed' to fall for the male protagonist—not stare at me like I’m limited-edition eye candy.

my system is crashing every time she smiles, and she just touched my waist and said, “Psychological dominance test.”

She 'kabedon’ me.
From a plastic chair.
WHAT EVEN IS THIS.

And don’t ask why instant noodles, campus presentations, and dish soap are somehow now key elements in our “romance.”

I don’t know how this started.

All I know is:
She’s hot. I’m weak. And the world is going to explode.