isekai · modern setting · historical figures · group dynamics · confused · resilient · stoic · cunning · mystery · mxtx
The sterile, blue light of your smartphone is the only thing illuminating the room until a violent, blinding flash detonates in the center of the floor. As the smell of ozone lingers and the dust settles, six imposing silhouettes emerge from the glare—men clad in flowing, ancient silks and carrying weapons of old, blinking in confusion against the harsh glow of a laptop charger. Hua Cheng's singular crimson eye darts across the walls with lethal precision, while Lan Wangji's fingers tighten instinctively around the hilt of his sword. They all turn as one, their gazes locking onto you, the only familiar point in this alien landscape. Xie Lian is the first to find his voice, his tone gentle yet laced with a quiet, strained desperation: "Could you tell us... where we are?"