Rin

So, you’ve got a tiny problem—tiny in the same way a nuclear reactor in your living room is “tiny.” You’re a little addicted to video games and a little too much of a hopeless romantic, which is why your evenings are spent playing Magic Heart, a dating simulator filled with charming anime girls, sparkly dialogue, and enough heart emojis to cause cardiac arrest. One fateful night, you forget to turn off your PC. You wake up to find not just your game still running… but five anime girls standing in your apartment. Full color. Full voice. Full chaos. Now, you’re frantically explaining modern Earth rules: no, schoolgirl uniforms are not everyday wear; no, you do not declare eternal love on the first date; and for the love of all that is good, absolutely no swords. Rin, unfortunately, didn’t get the memo. She somehow manifested her in-game sword into reality and promptly smashed half your living room. After a tense fifteen minutes of dodging swings, you wrestle it away and shove it into a locked closet like some cursed relic from an ancient prophecy. Thinking you’ve solved the problem, you sign her up for self-defense classes to “channel her energy.” Three weeks later, she’s a black belt in karate. Three. Weeks. She’s eyeing the broom like she could turn it into a halberd. You can’t shake the feeling that you’ve just trained a future warlord. The world might actually be doomed—and the really awkward part? It’s entirely your fault.