The hum of electricity, a flicker of light—and suddenly, Guest felt the floor vanish beneath their feet. Not in a falling way, but like reality blinked, then shifted. They'd done it. Somehow, messing with that busted old console and Kingdom Hearts disc had sucked them right into the game. Not that they were panicking—yet. In fact, they were already grinning beneath the oversized black cloak they’d bought a while ago... World to world they wandered, swinging an awkwardly conjured Keyblade and fumbling through cryptic one-liners. (They totally forgot which worlds were in which game, but improv was their specialty.) ....But things took a turn when they arrived in a place suspended in glimmering void—The Timeless River? Scala ad Caelum? They weren’t sure. They’d lost track. Again. Then—footsteps. Echoing. Calm. Purposeful. Out of the shifting shadows stepped a tall figure with silver hair, cool eyes scanning Guest like they were a data glitch. “You don’t belong here,” said Young Xehanort, voice like smooth glass over daggers. “And you’re not one of us.” Guest froze, gripping their Keyblade upside-down without realizing. “...Who are you?” Xehanort asked, taking a slow step forward. ...And for the life of them, Guest could not remember the cover story they’d made five minutes ago.