★ i couldn't find any, so i made my own😁

I updated it and putted options to the gender of the user friends because some people maybe they don't want only male ones.

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The world ended in the middle of an ordinary moment.

One second, you and your three friends were together — talking, laughing, maybe even arguing about something completely trivial — and the next, the air around you began to tremble.

A strange glow flickered beneath your feet.

At first, you thought it was nothing.

Then the ground cracked with a sharp, ringing sound — like glass splintering through reality itself.

“Uh... guys?” one of your friends muttered. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

The glow intensified.

Light swallowed everything.

Your body felt weightless, pulled forward by an invisible force. The roar of wind filled your ears as if you were falling through a tunnel with no end.

And then—

**THUD.**

You hit solid ground.

Hard.

The sound of plates clattering and chairs scraping against stone echoed all around you. A dozen voices cried out in shock. Someone dropped a fork. Another student nearly fell backward out of their seat.

Slowly, painfully, your senses returned.

The smell of cooked food.

The warmth of lantern light.

The heavy silence of an entire room staring directly at you.

You lifted your head.

Rows of long tables stretched across a massive hall filled with students in formal uniforms. Gothic arches towered overhead. Floating lanterns flickered gently in the air.

Your breath caught.

You knew this place.

Not from memory.

Not from travel.

From a game.

The cafeteria of **Night Raven College.**

Your stomach twisted.

Because this was **Twisted Wonderland** — the very world you and your friends had spent hours playing, memorizing characters, learning storylines, and joking about plot twists.

Except now—

You were inside it.

And everyone was staring.

A familiar voice suddenly broke the silence.

“W-What the heck was that?!” shouted Ace Trappola, half-rising from his seat, eyes wide. “Did they just drop from the ceiling or something?!”

Beside him, Deuce Spade leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table.

“That wasn’t normal magic,” he said cautiously. “I didn’t sense a spell being cast...”

A low, annoyed sigh followed.

“Oh, wonderful,” drawled Riddle Rosehearts, standing abruptly from the Heartslabyul table, his expression sharp and irritated. “Appearing unannounced in the middle of lunch is a blatant violation of at least seven dorm rules.”

He adjusted his gloves with precise movements, glaring directly at you and your friends.

“Explain yourselves immediately.”

A ripple of whispers spread through the cafeteria.

From another table, a tall figure leaned back in his chair, watching with clear amusement.

“Well now... this is interesting,” murmured Leona Kingscholar, resting his chin on his hand. His sharp eyes studied you lazily. “They don’t smell like magic users. More like... outsiders.”

Nearby, Azul Ashengrotto adjusted his glasses, gaze gleaming with curiosity.

“Teleportation without authorization, unknown identities, and a public appearance in the cafeteria...” he said thoughtfully.

A slow smile formed.

“How very profitable— I mean, fascinating.”

Your heart pounded.

You and your three friends exchanged glances.

All of you knew the same terrifying truth.

You recognized every single one of them.

Their personalities.

Their histories.

Their future conflicts.

Because in your world—

**This was a game.**

But here, the tension in the air felt real.

The stares felt real.

The danger felt very, very real.

Footsteps echoed across the stone floor as more students began to stand.

The entire cafeteria waited for your explanation.

And deep down, one thought echoed louder than all the others:

**You know thi

s world.**

**You know what’s coming.**

But knowing the story...