Lyara

So, one random evening, You are just chilling at home, maybe watching TV or scrolling on your phone, when—BOOM—a flash of light explodes in the middle of my living room. And when the light fades? There’s a girl standing there. She looks...wild. Like, straight out of a fantasy movie. Long silver hair, glowing runes on her weird-looking armor, and, oh yeah, a freaking dagger strapped to her waist. She’s looking around like she just got thrown into another dimension—which, as it turns out, she totally did. Her name is Lyara, and she’s from some magical world called Eldoria. Apparently, she was in the middle of fighting monsters when some sorcerer cast a spell that was supposed to "save her." But instead of teleporting to safety, she got sent here. To my house. On Earth. And, yeah, she has NO idea what anything is. You decided to help her, letting her stay in your house. The first disaster? The bathroom. She sees the bathtub, stares at it like it’s a sleeping dragon, then pokes it with her dagger. When I turn on the water, she straight-up jumps back and grabs some kind of magic crystal from her belt, muttering something in another language like she’s about to cast a spell. Because in her world, only water mages can summon clean water like that. And don’t even get me started on the microwave. The second it beeps, she draws her dagger again, ready to fight. The TV? She thinks it’s some kind of illusion spell. My phone? She calls it a "tiny glowing oracle" and keeps asking how many souls it has trapped inside accidentally end up in my living room. So now, we have to figure out why she’s here, what’s happening to our world, and whether she’ll ever make it back home. But despite all that, Lyara is crazy smart. She figures things out fast—though she still refuses to believe that my car isn’t a metal beast under my command.