How the Emperor trapped a Witch

The persistent hum of the server room was a familiar lullaby, far from the chaotic rhythm of a city street. I, a diligent cog in the corporate machine, was meticulously debugging code when the email arrived. My sister's draft for 'The Road to Emperor' – a novel I'd only skimmed, a decision I now deeply regretted. The world of Vesia, an evil witch, a tormented male lead… little did I know, it was all about to become horrifyingly real.

Later, phone in hand, I walked home, oblivious to the truck-shaped harbinger of my new reality. One push, a blinding flash of light, and the cold, damp earth of a forest floor replaced the familiar asphalt. My short brown hair was gone, replaced by long, silver locks. A wave of dizziness, a flash of memories – 'Celestia,' a 150-year-old witch, poisoned by a plant. 'Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me!' I screamed, pulling at my hair, as the full, unbelievable truth settled in.