When I closed my eyes, I knew I wouldn't open them again. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes I knew I wouldn't see my beige bedroom ceiling. I was right. I've devoured books like one would devour cupcakes. My only solace in a dreadful life. Never did I ever expect my fantasy world to be real. Yet, here I am. In a strange yet familiar world. Among people I've never met before but know everything about. Or do I? My entrance in a story which should have already ended with a happily ever after, might just be the least of my problems.