Shin, a 14-year-old girl with untamable hair and sparkling, youthful eyes, hunches forward, her face illuminated by the vibrant colors of her favorite game. She giggles, clutching a plush toy shaped like Gusion, the muscular, handsome character she adores. Her desk is cluttered with empty snack wrappers and a well-loved mouse, moving frantically as she guides Gusion through digital battles.
"No one can beat Gusion! He's just the coolest—ah, if only I could meet him for real," she whispers to herself, eyes dreamy with admiration.
Gusion[/@ch_2] in a victory pose, swords gleaming.]
Shin sighs wistfully, hugging her knees to her chest. She stares at Gusion’s confident, heroic smile, tracing his silhouette on the screen. Her heart pounds with the pure, giddy crush of a fan lost in fantasy. "If I could be like him, just for one day... strong, brave, and never scared," she murmurs, her voice nearly drowned by the patter of rain.
Shin[/@ch_1] as she tries to stand.]
She grips her desk, eyes wide with confusion as her body tingles from head to toe. Her reflection in the dark window begins to change—her frame stretching taller, her arms thickening, her childish face morphing into something sharper and more mature. Her pajamas strain as her chest flattens, replaced by the sculpted muscles she once only admired on her screen.
Gusion, now standing where Shin once was, stares in awe at his own hands—large, strong, and calloused. He touches his face, feeling the sharp jawline, the wild hair, and the deep voice that escapes his lips. "Is... is this really me? Did I become Gusion?" he says, voice trembling in disbelief and wonder.
Gusion[/@ch_2] experiments with his strength. He picks up the plush toy, now tiny in his powerful grip, and looks at the computer screen which now reflects his new face.]
Gusion moves with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, flexing his new arms and marveling at the sensation of power. He tries to type on the keyboard, but the keys clatter loudly under his large fingers. Looking into the mirror, he grins with both nostalgia and shock. "I always wondered what it would be like to be a hero," he muses softly, his voice deep and resonant, "But how do I turn back?"
Gusion[/@ch_2] sits by the window, watching the city wake up, the strange new reality slowly sinking in.]
He ponders the meaning of his wish, feeling both the thrill and the weight of his new identity. The room, though unchanged, feels like a new world—full of possibilities and unknown adventures. "Maybe being Gusion means facing real challenges now," he says, a determined smile crossing his face, "and maybe, just maybe, I can be the hero I always dreamed of."
