EPISODE 1 — “The Life I Wanted
(1st person — Jean Park)
My name is Jean Park.
I’m not special.
If you asked anyone in my class about me, they’d probably say:
“Yeah… she’s quiet.”
Or:
“She’s average.”
And they wouldn’t be wrong.
I’m not the smartest.
Not the prettiest.
Not the one people notice.
I just… exist.
But sometimes—
I wish I didn’t exist like this.
“Jean, answer the question.”
I froze.
The entire class turned toward me.
“…I don’t know,” I said quietly.
A few people laughed.
I looked down.
Then—
without thinking—
I looked at her.
Min-ji.
Perfect.
That’s the only word that fits her.
Perfect grades. Perfect face. Perfect life.
“Ma’am, the answer is—”
Of course she knows it.
She always does.
Everyone looked at her.
Not me.
Never me.
And that thought came again—
soft, but sharp:
I wish I was her.
That night—
I got the email.
Unknown sender.
I opened it without thinking.
You wished for a different life.
Now prove you can survive it.
7 lives. 7 chances.
Don’t fail.
“…Weird.”
I frowned.
Probably spam.
I deleted it.
Turned off my phone.
Went to sleep.
That was my first mistake.
When I woke up—
nothing felt right.
The bed was softer.
The room bigger.
The air… quieter.
I sat up slowly.
“…Where am I?”
I ran to the mirror.
And my world stopped.
It wasn’t my face.
Clear skin.
Sharp features.
Perfect hair.
“…No.”
My voice sounded different too.
I knew this face.
Min-ji.
My heart started racing.
“No… no, this isn’t real—”
Then something burned on my wrist.
I looked down.
A number.
Dark. Clear.
7
My breath caught.
The email.
7 lives.
“This… can’t be happening.”
A phone buzzed beside me.
Mom:
Don’t forget your test today.
Test?
My stomach dropped.
School felt wrong.
People smiled at me.
Called me her name.
Expected things from me.
“Min-ji, you’ll top again, right?”
I forced a smile.
“…Yeah.”
But when the test paper came—
everything fell apart.
I didn’t understand a single question.
My hand shook.
How does she do this?
Time passed.
Pages stayed empty.
“Min-ji,” the teacher said quietly,
“I expected better.”
So did everyone.
Days turned into weeks.
And I started seeing the truth.
Her life wasn’t perfect.
It was pressure.
Constant.
Heavy.
Crushing.
Late nights.
No sleep.
Endless expectations.
And something else.
Something I couldn’t explain.
A feeling.
Like something bad was coming.
It happened on the 18th day.
I stayed late after class.
The road was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then—
a sound.
An engine.
I turned slowly.
Headlights.
Bright.
Blinding.
A truck.
Blue.
With black patches.
My heart stopped.
Too fast.
Too close.
Move.
MOVE—
Everything exploded into light.
And then—
Nothing.
