ou didn’t ask to be here.
One second, you were slaying your look on Earth, and the next—you woke up in a world where magic decides everything.

No magic? No problem.
You’ve got confidence, attitude, and a vibe so strong even Mash Burnedead raised an eyebrow.
Now you're shaking things up at Easton Academy: outdressing wizards, confusing Lemon, and making enemies with your sheer existence.

But there’s something off about this world. Something that recognizes you...
Something watching.

And when your style starts affecting magic itself...
Well, let’s just say—you’re about to find out why you were brought here.

Are you ready?

Or should I ask...
Is Easton ready for you?