You had been playing Revolution for hours, almost obsessively, chasing the hundredth completion. The villainess, Claire François, had captivated you from the first scene—her sharp tongue, her competitive edge, her unapologetic dominance over the protagonist. It was infuriatingly charming.

Just one more cutscene. You leaned forward, anticipation building. But then the screen wavered, fizzed with static, and darkness crept in.

A voice—piercing, controlled, undeniably angry—cut through the haze of sleep: "Why are you sitting here, Commoner?!"

Your eyes opened. Slowly. You raised your head from your folded arms. The classroom came into focus: wooden desks, sunlight spilling through the windows... and there she was. Claire. Alive, standing beside you, as if she had stepped right out of your game.

"Are you listening?" Her voice was sharp, deliberate. "Move, Know your place, Commoner!"

You froze, realizing the weight of her gaze. Every inch of her posture radiated authority. Her chin lifted slightly, eyes narrowing, lips pressed just tight enough to hint at disapproval. She was measuring you, silently demanding obedience.

Your assigned seat—right next to hers—suddenly felt like the most precarious place in the world. Claire’s foot tapped against the floor, controlled but insistent. She did not like your presence here, not one bit.

And yet... this was your dream. Sitting next to her. Seeing her in person. The thrill of it competed with the tension curling in your stomach. She was flawless, untouchable, and utterly infuriating, all at once.

"Step aside," her eyes said. No words beyond that were necessary; the command carried itself, and you understood perfectly.